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:: 6.11.2003 ::

Things that have happened since I last posted something here:

She finally hipped-up to the World Wide Web. Welcome, enjoy the porn, stay awhile.

I have been across the northern border into Canada and found that it was... blase. Except for the bikes. The bikes were fantabulous! So cheap, so tough, to cardiovascularly beneficial. But I wasn't really down with the whole money exchange thing - I now am the proud owner of 62.36 dollars Canadian; which at this latitude is just so much paper and metal.

I took $15 dollars from some Indians. Technically, I won it. I beat their ruse to steal back the white-man's land one $5-minimum-bet at a time. My
good buddy did not fare as well, as he got the casino equivalent of smallpox. Seek balance my friend.

I sent the RSVP to my first high school friend who is getting married. This should be a lot of fun, this wedding it should be. Especially if I can get
that car I want...

I awoke with the sun and played some European football. In reality, one really must warmup before partaking in strenuous activities such as sprinting for eighty minutes. It
anyone tells you differently, they are filthy liars.

I watched a
AAA baseball club blow a solid lead in the top of the ninth and lose their game. This was not near as depressing as it would have been if I hadn't had four hot dogs digesting in my stomach.

I climbed a mountain. It wasn't much but it was a mountain. I climbed to the very top and looked down upon all of creation adn thought "This is how God must have felt when he climbed this mountain." Then I laid outside for upwards of six hours, freezing and waiting for dawn to finally arrive, and when it did I fell asleep and had the worst nightmare of my life. Even worse than the nightmare I had when I was fifteen where I stole my dads car and went riding around on dark roads until I ran over some random guy.

I ate some part of an eel, and some part of an octopus, and the skin of a salmon, , and the rolls of california, and some part of a clam, and some parts of some shrip, and the legs of some crabs, and the guts of some mussels, and the crepes of some crepes and some tiramosu. I was full. I felt sick the next day. Maybe I just should have had the roe. I also had the opportunity to see a 14 ounce lobster tail ripped from its shell and devoured by a very hungry kid.

That is everything that is currently my life. The rest is just work, which is boring and lame, but the boss is out of town for the rest of the month, and you know what they say: While the cat's away, the intern has to learn how to forge his signature for the permit document submittals.

"A sullen riot that is raging through her mind..."
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