ericboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Third Gig and I want Dr. Pepper Yeah, I've got your number. You smell like bathroom deoderizer, so I know you're full of shit. I'd break my own fingers if it would save me from calling you and from the guilt associated with not calling you. This Hell is not eternal, but you'd hardly notice. Time to go play the role of the rock star. It blows that there aren't any buses that run to Ocean Beach. I have to take an overpriced cab. Blecchh! What am I gonna do, though? You know? What are you gonna do? Our freedoms are being raped and stripped from us, and not slowly or gradually, either. It's disgustingly quick and painful. And we choose not to notice. Well... maybe you do. 8:16 p.m. - 2003-11-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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