theres a spot on the couch that smells like joe. It is not the same spot that smells like vomit, though, which is why Im sitting on this side of the couch.
So I was writing pong for my XBox (which is going great, by the way. The ball is bouncing nicely, but I have no idea how to get input from the controllers... I'll figure it out. I'm resourceful like that.) and I decided to finally take a break at about 2:30 in the morning to check my mail and my myspace which, out of some strange habitual thing, means that I have to check your myspace as well. This reminded me that I haven't read your LJ in about two years
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Aaand now it's 8 in the morning and I never ended up going to bed, so I'm coming over on my bike if that's not too much of a problem. And if it is, well, tough. I just have to see you. And right now, right now is the perfect moment to finally capitalize on a random urge to get on my bike, go to your house, and give you the biggest hug anyone has ever seen on the face of the planet. See you in a few.
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