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� now that i can, i have nothing to say jul 18 2003 - 3.58 pmi didn't drop off the face of the earth! i swear! i haven't been able to reach the elusive "computer" (whatever that is supposed to be - i heard it fits in a huge room at some big technical university in the states) and when i managed to do so - damn thing wouldn't let me write! gack. so. so what has happened. way too many things. they seem sort of...insignificant when i look back and tally them all up, but i would have explained their significance much better in daily respective entries. when placed in the context of a list, they really lose something. see if you know what i mean: . . . . . - went to see aron's grave. (in fact, i'd rather not go into this but let me assure you that i did nothing illegal, i am NOT glenn close from "fatal attraction"...alex, was it?, and i did not actually SEE these people, through a rifle scope or otherwise. ahem.) oh i'm sure there are other things but i'm tired of this list. blah. i was bike riding around the city today and bought a shirt at the gap. it has snaps. and it's a guy's shirt. woo-hoo, vive la deviance! blllllllllllllah. last time***next time |