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Here's another first:
I'm at a place called top pot (maybe pot top) donuts, using free wifi. I've only been on the internet once with this laptop and i wasn't very sucessful that one time.
i guess it's what i get for being a cheap-ass when it comes to internet access. but i'm glad i'm doing it this way-- keeping me off of the computer, keeping me from spending all day masturbating. i can't very well masturbate at the goddamn doughnut shop, can I?

Anyway, I got a car yesterday. A little grey PT Cruiser, 2003. I don't know if it's any good or whatever but for now it'll serve its purpose.
there are pretty indian women here.

I start work tomorrow, and while i'm nervous as fuck i'm feeling an erie sense of calm right at this moment. maybe it's the donut that i just ate.

last night was fucking crazy. i went out with Beth, Merritt, fuckin Steph and Jas. fucking fuck, these are a good bunch of people. Meeting up with throttlebitch and this dude with a crazy winding mustache beardo only made it better.

Merritt from now on will be known as Iron Fist.



I saw that there's an R. Crumb exhibit right by here at the Frye Art museum, so I'm about to get in my car and head over there. What an exciting town to be in.