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[06 May 2003|11:14am] |
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Third Eye Blind - Never Let You Go |
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Well, I have a long day of fun stuff planned out for myself. I think I'll kick off things with getting some damn soda, because very, very soon I'm going to have a deadly caffeine headache and once that sinks in I'm not gonna feel like doing much of anything. Then I suppose I'll get the office done. That's priority #1. After that, if the clouds clear a bit and things warm up I'm going down to Wild Rose for a nice little run. Then when I get home, assuming I'm not half dying from running, I need to get my yard picked up a bit. Tomorrow I can mow the lawn, and head out to Menards or something and pick up some materials to fix up the shittier parts of the house. After that I dunno though. Rest maybe. Yeah, that'd be nice. ;)
Oh, err, I should throw lunches into there somewhere. Maybe even breakfasts and dinners. I'll see what I can do. I suppose I should go shopping. I just cleaned the fridge and its completely empty. It'd be depressing if it wasn't so beautifully white. Damn.. now I'm hungry... Subway should work, haven't had a sub in a while.
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[06 May 2003|09:19pm] |
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Gin Blossoms - Hey Jealousy |
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Hah, well, plans didn't work out. But I did get a lot done today so I'm content. I think I'm done messing with the house for now. Anyway. Feel a bit blah right now. I like this song. I don't like time. It never did anything for me. I also don't like smoking but I keep puffing away. Once I have a little less on my mind I really need to concentrate on that. The girl wants me to think of a last name for our little characters. I did a lot of looking around today for names but I can't pick one. I could pick one for myself but I want her to be happy with it and so I don't have a clue which one is good. She's the creative one. Anyway. I wish my check would get here. Due dates on the bills are creeping up on me. And with that I think I'll put a cork in the random thoughts. This is gonna be one ugly jumbled paragraph. English teachers would shoot me. But then I never liked english teachers, so they can deal with it. Up yours, english teachers.
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