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Wednesday, November 03, 2004

pineapple vs. the reasoning of yesteryear


an epic the likes of which have never been seen.



today in class, the kid in front of me, along side his 8 "buddies" all wearing their social tshirts, sent a text message to ben that stated "only 20 more hours until the oc"
i could only assume that he was talking about that really fucking lame/bullshit show that comes on one of the worthless network channels. and by his calculations, its coming tomorrow morning, November 4th, 2004, at 7:30 A.M.

i saw someone today that i haven't seen in a really long time, and it was weird because i had a dream about them last night.


whos bad is back saturday night. be there.

posted by crimson @ 2:36 PM

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