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[17 Feb 2005|09:23pm] |
interesting.
the other day dylan and raf were on the corner (ooooh)
so me and eric stopped to say hi
and we got to talking..
monroe needs an arcade, righy dylan?
say that me and dylan and xavier were chillinnnnn
and we wanted to play DDR
well we can't. why? becuase this town that is just SO rich cannot have an arcade. i mean, come on..it's an arcade. so, someone convince someone you know to start one. i guarentee you they will make money.
either that, or dylan is going to start one. go captian lappin!
bye
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[15 Feb 2005|08:34pm] |
took the bus to eric's, chilld for a little, double came, drove to gord money's, chilled there, saw ty bone's macheti he made..
chilld there for a little, drove to..get gas. dropped off double, saw raff and saw captain lappin on the street corner, talked to them, told dylan's boss to get him some fucking deliveries he said okay ttyl. went back to eric's, suzie and kate came, dropped me off and here i am a little later peace
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[12 Feb 2005|03:42pm] |
last night was great.
you'll see it in like 100 other people's journals, so i'm not going to write about it
it turns out jess really liked my gift, we're both sentimental geeks.
<3
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