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Dec 07, 2004 01:41

I turned 21 last week. I'm old now. This weekend was fun. We partied. I'm sickish now, i hate being sick. The guys picked up the van last night. It has some problems but nothing major. Finals are starting. I don't like finals all that much. I'm kinda writing like Ernest Hemingway. Short, concise sentences and all.

We're playing at the Tribecca Sunday at 5 p.m. You should come. Yes, you. Mercury Switch, psyopus, and stray from the path are playing. Nite.
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