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, Iíll be dog if they are not speaking about promotion at my job. And for the love of Pete, Iím 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 lilí son of a gun.
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