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:: 10.17.2004 ::
You Can’t Go Back
That’s what they say. I tried. It didn’t work.
The jury’s still out on why, exactly. All I know is that I don’t know much of anything right now, but I’m certainly thankful that my friends are still my friends. And I think this new Green Day album is fucking with my emotions like a bad acid trip.
“The innocent can never last... twenty years has gone so fast...”
:: Freddy F. at 2:36 PM [+] ::
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Yeah, I'm at work, so the modifier in front of "with my emotions" just shows up as dashes thanks to out firewall. But I'll just assume it says 'fuckin' and then I'll add "yeah, fucking awesome."
Also, these past two posts have seemed quite dire. Surely the past two nights of baseball could lighten the mood, no?
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Also, these past two posts have seemed quite dire. Surely the past two nights of baseball could lighten the mood, no?
