4:44 p.m. - 2002-11-18
Don't worry foul weather friends, it can't last forever.
Young Bean lives closer to me now. She used to live 100 miles away which is romantic and round and a good number for throwing about in conversation, but not conducive to getting it on as often as a young man would hope. Now she lives a mere ten minutes away by motor vehicle, and I myself as a motorist am pleased as punch. And shit. God damn it all, I�ll be dog if they are not speaking about promotion at my job. And for the love of Pete, I�m making pals left and right at work as well. Yay, Heckafresh! Even if the fans are leaving in droves from this here diary page, I still love you, you lil� son of a gun.
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