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:: 10.02.2003 ::

Things I love:
- When I am able to work all day long and get a ton of shit done, and cross tons of things off my list, stay focused on work and not let my mind wander to [meanial] shitty topics, and look back at the end of the day and say "Man, now that was a day worth living."
- The feeling of getting voted into a difficult position in a group project with a person that I do not want to be in a group with, then being able to not have to do it because of other obligations, thus leaving the difficult tasks and poor relations to the person who got the second most votes (personal victory on so many levels).
- Return to Castle Wolfenstein. Oh my god, this game freaking rocks. The single player RPG will never go out of style in my mind.
- The popcorn that comes in those big industrial popcorn makers that you scoop into little white boxes with red stripes that say "Fresh Pop Corn Delicious Crisp" on the front. Man, that popcorn rocks.
- Having to decide what to and not to put on my resume, as I have so much stuff it won't fit on the one page.
- The drums on Toxicity.
- Kool-aid? Yeah, kool-aid is good.
- And Mitch Hedberg is still making me laugh - incessantly.
- Tight knit sweaters on girls with large breasts and the girls who sport them.
- And on a related note: Thongs and the girls who sport those.
- When friends of mine are going to make it big.
- Paying $30 bucks to golf and drink on a freezing cold tuesday morning, sometime in the future. Well, maybe I don't love that.

"Meet me in the crowd, people, people. Throw your love around, lovely, lovely..."
:: Freddy F. at 12:31 AM [+] ::
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