Dear Buddies:

Indeed I am writing on a Sunday, CRAZY CRAZY!  Basically I have realized the power I have in my Internet at home, so God knows how much more I will be working on this site.  Hopefully not TOO much, I'm already wearing a pocket protector almost daily.

This weekend was fun minus the 5 hours in the Emergency Room on Friday getting my ankle casted.  I'm reading
The Young Lions by Irwin Shaw, anyone?  Bueller?  Bueller?

I already  miss my friends Lisamann and Vero who have left my life until July or August.  Alas, I will have to drink alone in my room for a while.  Eh, nothing new. :)  Jes' kidding, parents.

Well I'll go, seeing as I'm making an ass of myself AND tying up our only phone line.,..

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Mood of the day (in deep thought)

Weather in L.A. out my crappy frat house window

June 24, 2001
More crap
Yesterday's crap
pretending people care about my life...
Dear Buddies:

Can't talk.  Sad.  Go hell.

If you're offended, don't be.  It's from the Simpsons.

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Mood of the day (somewhere in between sad, mad, and homicidal)

Weather in L.A. out my stupid office window
June 25, 2001