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as of: 2001-08-17; 9:20 p.m.

Some bitch stole my bike...

and I can't get this Grandaddy lyric outta my head:

"If he's laying there saying he's sorry

Tell him it's o.k., we learn this way"

... it applies in its own way, lack regard of context.

And my interview went okay today, yet I think I should begin looking elsewhere. Again.

Otherwise, I don't feel like much of anything. Too tired to comprehend.


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