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:: 10.16.2002 ::
My windshield's busted.
But for those of you who know me - it's still nicer to be in a truck than on a motorcycle.
Tonight is the last soccer game of the regular season. In most dramatic fashion: if we win, we go to the playoffs and we'll go out and get ripped tonight; if we lose, we'll just go get ripped. Gotta win - the vibe is good, I feel the soccer jonesin up inside me. Tonight, no hold's barred, no injuries count, and no quarter given. Tonight, as we used to say in the track days, it's balls to the black. (Or, as a famous gym teacher used to say 'It's all cajones, ladies.") Too bad the game is a mere 12 hours away, across three and a half hours of work, five hours of class, three group presentations, two meals, and one episode of the simpsons. May the force be with us.
Sorry to he who wasn't included in the pronoun-weblink fiasco yesterday - maybe that's a good sign I should call him...
"I work hard for the money..."
:: Freddy F. at 8:46 AM [+] ::
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