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What a beautiful day, to be stuck in traffic.
Riiight, so half an hour to get from Gaines to FAB and the whole time I'm thinking about the Greenway, camping, frisbee, skating anything except coming into my bricked in existence in the lab. I'm here and I'm gunna get shit done, once I stop procrastinating on things like writing in my journal, and chatting up who ever wanders by. At least I've already gotten some stuff done; paid my rent, cable, laundry, went to pick up my glass, which had completely been frosted wrong. It'll get done, no worries, just pump it out.
My sister sent me this awesome book of anti-bush/war posters from barcelona. Completely rocks, I want to go to Spain. Now its relevant for another four years... that's good... I think.
Actually I'm thinking... about playing pool, drinking porter, and maybe I heart Huckabees. Dangling a carrot in front of the cart. annnnnnnnd go!
Edit: Just found out that Avenue D is playing at Revolver tonight... Do I look like a slut?
Riiight, so half an hour to get from Gaines to FAB and the whole time I'm thinking about the Greenway, camping, frisbee, skating anything except coming into my bricked in existence in the lab. I'm here and I'm gunna get shit done, once I stop procrastinating on things like writing in my journal, and chatting up who ever wanders by. At least I've already gotten some stuff done; paid my rent, cable, laundry, went to pick up my glass, which had completely been frosted wrong. It'll get done, no worries, just pump it out.
My sister sent me this awesome book of anti-bush/war posters from barcelona. Completely rocks, I want to go to Spain. Now its relevant for another four years... that's good... I think.
Actually I'm thinking... about playing pool, drinking porter, and maybe I heart Huckabees. Dangling a carrot in front of the cart. annnnnnnnd go!
Edit: Just found out that Avenue D is playing at Revolver tonight... Do I look like a slut?