Not much to report on this end. The lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer are squeezing me dry (in more ways than one). School's back in session in a month and some change. Oh, and Avail are playing here next week! I'm gonna go and get drunk and party like it's 1997.
Here's a random entry from my (actual, paper and ink) journal, circa Friday, October 12th, 2001.
"Loch Haven Park, northernmost end. Today has been a good day. Ate right, I've got some cash in my pocket. The sun's out.
Supposedly they've found anthrax at Daytona Beach, Ormond Beach and Melbourne Beach. It's yet to be confirmed.
Britt's coming down from FSU tomorrow night for Basement Jaxx with Phil and I. I'm excited! Four more days and I'm homebound."
(you'd thought I'd have written something on 9/11; you'd have thought wrong.)
Here's a random entry from my (actual, paper and ink) journal, circa Friday, October 12th, 2001.
"Loch Haven Park, northernmost end. Today has been a good day. Ate right, I've got some cash in my pocket. The sun's out.
Supposedly they've found anthrax at Daytona Beach, Ormond Beach and Melbourne Beach. It's yet to be confirmed.
Britt's coming down from FSU tomorrow night for Basement Jaxx with Phil and I. I'm excited! Four more days and I'm homebound."
(you'd thought I'd have written something on 9/11; you'd have thought wrong.)
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fat chicks rock!
well....
actually...
they wobble...