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| Jazzmania's birthday. She is finally 21. Cut my hair in the morning. I think I spent most of my day doing laundry and getting my snowboard stuff together. Everyone went to Houstons to eat dinner with Jazz and I think we got her too drunk. Drunko had to finish Jazz's last drink for her. She passed out at her apartment until midnight. I bailed at 12:30am, since I had to wake up early to go boarding. I slept on the floor again, this is my routine when I get too drunk and can't shower before I sleep. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sunday. February 3, 2002
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| Woke up on the floor at 6am, got dressed and headed to Nick's house. Charlie and Kai met us up there and we all headed up to Bear Mountain. We had to stop at Carl's Jr. since everyone was hungry, except Charlie since he already at, as usual. Got pissed at the lady for not taking my order after I've been standing at the front of the line for over 10 minutes. The first trip down the mountain, I decided to face plant and slide down the mountain on my chin. Now my chin is scuffed up, my lip is cut, my face is sunburnt, and my body is sore. VERY SORE. The drive back took 3 hours, since nobody knows how to drive down the mountain road. Drove back to Long Beach with my laundry, 24 case of Snapple, 24 case of Propel, Hot Pockets, Chimichangas, and whole bunch of other sh*t all packed into my 240 with no trunk space. NICE! Spent about 30 minutes trying to figure out how to wash my face without inflicting extreme pain to myself. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Monday. February 4, 2002
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| Very f*c*en sore today and my face is bright red. Usual daily routine, sit in traffic, go to work, sit in traffic, and go back to Santa Ana. I had to switch cars so Wilie's Cambo family didn't try to jack my 240. Drove the A4 back to LB and put grips of Aloe on my face. Nothing really exciting happened. Big surprise. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Tuesday. February 5, 2002
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| Still sore as hell. The cut on my lip has apparently gotten worse. If I put medecine to numb it, I'll be drooling like a down syndrome patient for the next two hours. Mad traffic on the 710N, took over two hours to get to work. The day went by really slow, I just ended up paying most of my bills. Kinda sucks, I started the day off with over $2000 in my bank account and ended with way less than that. I guess it's more frozen burritos for me. Damn, this day went by slow. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Wednesday. February 6, 2002
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| Body is feeling a little better. I'm not sunburnt anymore, now I'm just peeling like a freak. Dark too. So far this day hasn't gone good or bad. We'll see, since it's only 11:30am. Actually found parking in Long Beach, went running with Cindy. Jean cooked pasta and we all watched Joy Ride. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Thursday. February 7, 2002
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| Body isn't that sore anymore. I don't know what the hell is up with my alarm clock, but that sh*t was set all wrong. Started ringing at like 5am, wtf is that? It seems ok now, but the time was all messed up when it went of. POS. Went to Irvine this morning for work, ate with my Pung Yao at some restaurant with a cute waitress, and came home. Damn, this medecine on my lip isn't doin anything. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Friday. February 8, 2002
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| Strange, there was no traffic today. I was supposed to go to Elton's but I went to work instead. All the staff editors went to eat at Curry House for lunch and John "Nads" Naderi paid. It was very cool of him to do that, we have a cool Editor. Anyway, after work Dan, Nads, and I went to El Coyote to grab a couple of drinks. Nads almost got us into a little scrap match over a booth. Everyone was drinkin Margaritas, so I drank a few with them. The salt on the rim of the glass didn't feel to great on my cut lip. Robletto and his friend showed up upexpected, then this one white girl met us there. I can't remember her name, oh wells. Annie called while I was driving home and we talked until I pretty much passed out on the floor of my apartment. Good thing I could use the bean bag as a pillow this time. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Saturday. February 9, 2002
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| I forgot to set my VCR time again, so I can't see what time it is when I'm sleeping on the floor. My landlady lives over my room, I think she fell pretty hard, because I heard a THUD! That crazy bitch, I don't even know how her old ass is still alive. She's gotta be like 105 years old or something, drinking her warm milk and combing her blue hair. I woke up at like 7:30am so I could drop my A4 off and get serviced. Jean and I went to McDonald's and the stupid slut forgot to give me the hash browns that I ordered. Had to go eat dinner with my family for Chinese New Year and my aunts were late, surprise surprise. I barely got to eat since Charlie wanted to roll out at like 8pm to go to the Century Club. I saw Sara driving by since Jenny lives by her. Hi Sara! Oh well, she didn't see me. We got there around 9:30pm, so it was still pretty empty. But Chuck, Kai, Jenny, and I got a pretty good booth right by the front door. Oh yeah, Sandy the Super Flake was there too. I'm amazed that she said what's up to me since she has flaked on me 99% of the time I've known her. Kai brought Akiko over to our booth and she was cute, maybe I'll call her, most likely I won't. Damn, a lot of people came to our booth, even my suga momma Yvonne. I guess that's what I get for starting an open bar tab. Spent the rest of the night trying to keep Charlie busy because he seemed kinda bored. Damn, 2am and there's grips of people trying to get their cars from valet. Of course the night wouldn't be complete without a little confrontation. Since Kai decided to talk sh*t to some dirty fu*k that bumped into her. So then Charlie and Kai are holding me, trying to keep me from knocking this as*hole out. Whatever! His two bitches move pretty fast for being so fat and he talked pretty big for someone that was running away. Grabbed a quick bite at some 24 hour Pho' in K-town and time to go home. Damn, it's like 4:30am and I'm tired as f*ck. I actually slept on my bed at my parents house tonight despite not having the enery to shower. I just couldn't hang with sleeping on the floor for two nights in a row. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sunday. February 10, 2002
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| Woke up at around 9am. Only 5 hours of sleep, that sucks. Didn't do much today, just laundry and fixed Jazzy's tranny with Will and Pinky. Damn, that was one boring day. To top it off, I couldn't fall asleep. Stupid insomnia, you suck! >=[ Valentines Day is coming up, how great, how awesome, how exciting. Actually, how f*cken sh*tty. I'm like the only single one out of all my friends, waddup with that? Whatever. I think the weekend went pretty well, even though my drinking buddy was at Mammoth. No fun with no Drunko. It's funny, every guy that drunko goes out with (except ____) seems kind of well, dorky (lack of a better description). I think I'm a bad influence on her with her guys, since I always tell her to be mean to them, like me. Well, she's my revenge on the female species. Also, they always try to drink in front of her, even if they're weaksauce. I guess they'll look even more weaksauce if they don't drink. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Monday. February 11, 2002
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| Traffic, work, blah. Talked to my suga momma online, she's wondering how I knew about her and Moe. And then she wondered how I knew she was gonna ask me how I knew. I know all! Except why I can't find a girlfriend =T. Drunko called me, but I didn't recognize her mom's # and she sounded sick so I didn't know who it was. Oops! Sorry midget =). Oh good, Jazzy is here with pizza and WWF Raw is on. I'm so damned tired, who the hell is calling me at 12:30am? Oh, it's Jazz, damnit she accidentally called me. font> | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Tuesday. February 12, 2002
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| Happy Chinese New Year! Wow, another day at work, how exciting. Today is the last day that my suga momma is going to free lance for us =(. It's cool, she's going out with Moe anyway. And she wonders how I seem to know everything (^_-). I was supposed to pick up something from Willie, but he didn't call me back until I got home. Nothing can convince me to leave a good parking spot except: 1)a hot girl(which is never) 2)drunko wanting to drink 3)some emergency. That's all I can think of for now. I'm talking to Sara online right now, I miss kicking it with her. =T Oh wells, that's life. I hope something happens to me soon, these journal entries are getting pretty lame. I might just have to stop. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Wednesday. February 13, 2002
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| Woke up super early to drive 60 miles to Rancho Cuchamonga, Cookamonga, Cokeyourmomma, however it's spelled, who cares, it's a lame city. Went to Santa Ana and cut my hair. Driving around for 30 minutes looking for parking isn't my idea of being efficient. I'm glad I waste 1/8 of my life trying to find a parking space, since I'm sick of paying $35 parking tickets and going to the impound lot. If anyone else thinks that parallel parking sucks, give me a HELL YEAH! I'm talking to Selinaaaas online, and I have no idea what the hell she's talking about since it takes her like 45 f*cken minutes to respond. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Thursday. February 14, 2002
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| Valentines Day, whoopitie doo. Stupid elevator at my apartment was broken so I took the stairs, then I got locked in some walkway between these two apartments so I had to jump over some brick wall and cut up my arm. Awesome way to start the day, yes! Went with Cambo Wilie to the Clippers game, damn, they lost bad. I've called my v-mail at least 50 times and haven't gotten through. CINGULAR SUCKS HAIRY MONKEY ASS! Will this sh*t day never end? Annie called me, it's so weird that we still keep in touch after all these years. I hope we stay friends forever. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Friday. February 15, 2002
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| Sh*t cingular is truly the biggest bunch of hermaphrodites on the planet. 3 f*cken hours last night, I couldn't call out from my stupid fu*ken 8890 $500 piece of sh*t. i get a vmail from Sara and I couldn't check it until this morning. So I call these stupid sons of bitches this morning and complain and the c*ck sucker says "well, it's because our service isn't that broad and it was congested so you can't call out." Awesome, so what the hell am I paying for monthy service for? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Saturday. February 16, 2002
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| Are my days just getting more and more boring? Some as*wipe called my cell phone at 8am with a private number. Sucka! Spent most of the day roaming around, had a photoshoot. Went to Andy's new house and got super drunk. Hugh figured out that James Ross looks like Kramer on Seinfeld. Weaksauce spent the rest of the night throwing up. I guess Drunko threw up too. Go Drunko! Blah, blah, blah. Passed out at my parent's house. Girls are wack. I've spent many hours trying to pinpoint the exact moment where I came to this conclusion. Still not sure yet. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sunday. February 17, 2002
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| Wow. Jean left me a message at 3:31pm and I didn't get the message from crap Cingular until 5am. Nice thing to wake up to, f*cken cross-dressing lady boys. Oh my God! Quang is dating Will's sister. My lil sis, Lisa. The same Quang that was stalking Drunko. This might get ugly. Anyway, spent most of the day looking at houses. Went to Big 5 to get boarding gloves. Watched WWF No Way Out and prepped my snowboard gear. My mom says I'm stubborn because I refuse to call girls, even if I want to talk to them. Oh well, my loss, their loss, everyone loses. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Monday. February 18, 2002
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| Woke up at the crack of dawn to go boarding with Alan Mao the Big Brown Cow, White Mike, and Kenny. Damn, it was fu*ken cold, now I need to go to Big 5 and buy a beanie. Ate major s*it, thanks to some stupid slut that decided to stop in front of me. Next time, I'm just gonna plow into her dumbass. "Are you ok?" Does it look like I'm ok? With snow all over me, my arm twisted under me, and my board in the air. Good thing I wore sunblock today or else I'd look like a freak again. Came back in mad traffic and ate Pho' with Alan and Jamie. Now I smell like Pho', yuck! Oh my God! Tiana emailed me. My long lost friend from San Diego. Damn, that's a trip. My sister and Mom always tell me that if something was meant to be mine, then I would have it. This pertains to cars, girls, houses, or whatever else. I find that to be very untrue, though. I found a person that I thought was meant to be. My soul mate, if you will. And that didn't end up too well, we barely talk anymore. Life goes on, just painfully, and slowly. My back hurts, I must rest. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Tuesday. February 19, 2002
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| Today was quite a tough one for me. My body is still sore from boarding and I was hit with the realization that my Mom is not immortal. While I was in traffic going to work, my sister called and told me that my Mom had to go to the emergency room because she couldn't breathe. I don't know what happened, but all my emotions came together at once. I guess I'm not as emotionless as everyone thinks, or even I thought. I was pissed at my sister for not being there to take my Mom to the doctor last week. And today because she was hanging out with her stupid faggot guyfriend. So we got into a huge argument about it. I was a little out of line, but I just couldn't imagine what I would do if anything happened to my Mom. The rest of my day was pretty fu*ked up since I was worried about my Mom all day. I even cried, yes, it's true and I'm not ashamed. I haven't shed a tear for a long ass time now. Not even when the girl I loved said goodbye. Actually, she didn't even bother to say that much. I guess nobody has ever meant as much to me as my Mom does. Every girl that I go out with and don't end up with may hurt me. But they're not the ones who gave me life. They're not the ones who worked their asses off, suffered, and sacrificed so much for my sister and I. Well, my Mom had pneumonia and she's OK now. As relieved as I am, I'm still upset that she works so hard and neglects to take care of herself. She already wants to go back to work, but the Doctor won't let her and I won't either. My Mom is strong, she's a fighter, and as much as I know she'll get through this. I still worry. I'm glad that my Pung Yao Kel kept me sane for most of that day. That's why I love her and always will. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Wednesday. February 20, 2002
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| Phone rings at 6:50am, it's my Mom telling me to call my Dad so he can pick her up, she wants to go home. Fortunately she's not a doctor and cannot sign her own release papers, so she must stay and get some rest. OK, so I order a breakfast burrito from Taco Bell and that sh*t had beans in it. Beans! Who the hell told Taco Bell that it'd be a good idea to put beans inside a breakfast burrito? Whoever it was, is an asshole because that's truly disgusting. I think I spent most of the day talking to LALA, trying to cheer her up because of the Quang thing. So yeah, everything went cool with my Mom at the hospital, she's trying to transfer to a heart specialist in Beverly Hills tomorrow. I'm not sure if this is the correct method for Buddhism, but from now until my Mom is well, I am going to be a vegetarian. I learned this from my Grandma, who was very religious. I'm not exactly sure the reasoning behind it, but I'll do it nonetheless. For those who don't know me, this might not seem like a big deal. And I could really care less what you think anyway. But for those who know how much of a carnivore I am, this is a very difficult sacrifice. I'm amazed at how many people read my journal, it actually makes me feel like this is worthwhile. For all those who offered their condolences, I thank you truly, and it means very much to my family and myself. Tiana called, her voice is so soothing, even though she is sick. She's such a sweetie and one of the hottest Pinays out there. She's cool, even though she bailed on me a couple years back. And the fact that she's married isn't such a plus either, but I hope that we stay friends this time. My sister said I'm getting fat, I guess no dinner for me. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Thursday. February 21, 2002
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| OK, so why the hell do contraction workers decide to work on the roads during the peak of morning traffic? I think it's because they're a bunch of assholes that want money for next year's budget. Closing 2 out of 3 lanes on La Ciennega at 8am isn't exactly what I would call "good planning." For those who aren't familiar with the LA area, La Ciennega is one of the major streets that runs from the 405 and 10 all the way up through God knows where. Brilliant minds, I tell ya. So this vegetarian thing isn't too bad, I'm just constantly hungry and Subway tastes like ass anyway. Brandon and I have spent many hours trying to figure out what to do with our extra Linkin Park tickets for tomorrow night. Any takers I would auction off another date with Drunko, but I don't think Ryan would like that. Not that I really care what he thinks anyway. She's my drinking buddy, damnit. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Friday. February 22, 2002
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| Anyone care to explain to my why the temperature went from the 60's to the 90's in one day? My Mom was released from the retarded hospital. Dumbfu*ks forgot to give her dinner last night, breakfast this morning, and the doctor didn't check up on her. Idiots, remind me again why they make so much money? I'm still eating salads even though my mom is out of the hospital, I don't think she's 100% well yet. Tiana talked to me all day, she's so dope. Maybe she has a long lost twin hidden away somewhere. It's strange that everyone from my past has been getting in touch with me. Annie, Tiana, Kat, and Jodie. If only the one person I want to come back into my life, would. Kat is on the borderline of getting the boot. She's bailed on my so many times, it's not even funny. If we weren't so tight before, I wouldn't even bother trying to stay in touch with her. Anticipation for the Linkin Park concert grew throughout the day. And it was damn well worth it. They f*ucken rocked! Too bad the lady at Rock Bottom was a f*cken moron. | ||||||||||||||||||
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Saturday. February 23, 2002
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| Just another boring start to another boring weekend. Went with Jean to see the doctor for some consultation. And off to lame Palmdale for IDRC. I've always wondered what the people that designed the LACR were thinking. "Dur. Let's build a race track in the middle of nowhere, with shi*ty altitude and a dirt parking lot. Oh, and lets make sure that it's hotter than hell during the summer, it has no shade, it's colder than Alaska in the winter, and constantly windy. That'd be awesome!" And what I wrote the other day about construction workers. Wouldn't it be a dope idea to do construction on the 2-laned 14 fwy at 6pm? Dude, did they forget to look up and see miles of retarded motorists trying to merge into 1-lane? So back to what I was writing yesterday, about people re-entering my lives. I have to steal this from an e-mail I wrote to sexy Tiana. "Everyone decides to leave my life when they choose, sometimes when I need them the most. Then re-enter at their convenience." I don't really have time for that now, or ever. I'm talking to Kat right now, she just read my journal and said it was sad that she's always almost getting the boot. No matter how much s*it Drunko goes through, we've always been tight. And she never gives me the "oh, my boyfriend doesn't want me to hang out with you" excuse. Honestly, if Drunko wasn't around, my life would be pretty boring and very sober. | |||||||||||||||
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Sunday. February 24, 2002
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| 12am: Went to play broom ball with Nick because he said there would be hot girls there. 12:05am, left to go home because Nick lied and there were only fat, ugly girls there. Damn, I slept until 11:30am. That's pretty late for me. I had some pretty crazy dreams though. As boring days come, this would be one of the most uneventful days of the year. Did laundry and installed some new toys on my 240, that's pretty much it. Oh yeah, I got another haircut. Stupid hair grows so damn fast. I was actually supposed to call Kat back today, but since I don't call people anymore, that's not gonna happen. Sorry Kat. Plus I don't want Steve getting all crazy on me. I don't know why, but the bandwidth usage on my site has been extremely high in the past couple days. Very strange. | ||||||||||||
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Monday. February 25, 2002
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| Traffic on La Ciennega? You don't say. Looked like there was a really bad accident so all the lanes were packed, and as my Drunko would say, "There better be blood." I don't think there was. Beverly Center for lunch, damn there's a lot of hot girls at the mall during weekdays. I went to the steak place but I ate a vegetarian sandwich. Damn, this day wasn't too productive either. I talked to Tiana most of the day, so at least the day didn't go by too slow. Yeah so I called Kat, we still have a lot to catch up on. Damn, no free weekends for the next 4 weeks. I'm extremely tired today and since there wasn't much going on, the journal for today will be very brief. And I'm watching WWF, so hopefully tomorrow will be more interesting. Sorry. | |||||||||
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Tuesday. February 26, 2002
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| Happy birthday Annie. I lied; my week isn't getting any more exciting. It’s all good though. This gives me a lot more time to think. Apparently this vegetarian diet is making me very weak. So tired. Yeah, so I’m thinking what point in my life I gave up putting effort into girls. Was it one of the nine million times that June and I broke up? Yeah right. Those moments were worth two drops of camel piss, if that much. Is it true that guys only want to be with girls that play hard to get? Very possible, but not 100% true. I think there's always that one girl that can make a guy break all his standards, rules, and anything else. I’ll let you know when I find another girl like that. Contrary to what many think, these notes are in no way directed towards anyone in particular. Just random thoughts that I have during my boring days. Oh yeah, fob Joyce called me. I guess it's time to brush up on my mandarin. Damn, I need a new computer chair; this one hurts my ass. | ||||||
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Wednesday. February 27, 2002
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| My office is a fu*ken mess and Tripod sucks almost as much as cingular and AOL. I haven't been able to access my file manager to add entries to my journal. So I’m emailing these to myself until I get a chance to update it. My mom is doing well, so I actually started eating meat again today. Turkey in my Cobb salad at lunch and lobster and fish for dinner. Kel and I took some pretty freaky pics today, my crazy slut Pung Yao. Hahahaha. Please don't ask. You'll see them in a couple of months, and once you see them you'll understand what I’m talking about. One thing I’ve been thinking about for quite some time now is: how can girls go from being friends with a guy, turn it into a relationship, then put it to a halt and go back to being friends? Because I know for damn sure that guys can't do that. That’s actually, probably, definitely the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard of. I’m sure a lot of guys can relate to me on this one. My ass is getting flat from this stupid computer chair. | |||
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Thursday. February 28, 2002
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| Finally my Tripod page works again. Sorry I haven't updated my journal the past couple of days, but everything is all good now. I hope it stays this way. My plans for snowboarding this weekend are looking more and more grim since the 90 degree weather outside doesn't quite agree with the snow. And falling on slushy snow and ice hurts, really bad. But if I don't go this weekend, by the time I have another free weekend, I'll be mud boarding. I actually brought my lunch today but we ended up going to Wahoo's. Have you ever eaten fish that tastes just a little too fishy? I can't stand that. It's worse than going down on a girl that doesn't take care of her umm, lower body region. Dope! Brandon got Linkin Park tickets for Monday night. Damn they're expensive, well not as much as the ones Drunko and I got last time. Dude, I didn't leave work until like 7pm and there was still traffic. I've arranging my moving boxes so that they form a wall around my computer chair. Hopefully this will keep people from talking to me, more than likely it won't. It actually makes it even harder to get into the hallway and the fire marshall will probably give me another citation. Tiana was supposed to call me, she didn't. =T | |