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Sunday, August 15, 2004

the monitor ended up in Z's lap but I wanted to keep working anyways.


So. The computer desk died earlier. Me and Z were wastin time and then next thing I know he is holding the monitor in his lap and everything else is on the floor. Oh well. I went and found the cheapest pos I could find. Fuck it. So I spent all night moving the computer. As I'm moving the shit downstairs, I walk into my room and turn the light on, and I see


these 2 characters gawking. What are they staring at?


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Keano Gorillo, of course. He's sporting his new t-shirt I got him in NYC.
rock on Keano.


And. I went into the garage and noticed something.
Our supply of road cones borrowed from downtown athens after a late night at city bar has doubled.


well, now desire isn't lonely.

posted by crimson @ 1:02 AM

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