2005-04-10, 1:34 p.m.

i still don't understand how on earth they possibly expect me to work on a day like this.

c'mon people. its my favorite season of the year.

tank top season.

to be an utter man about it, but my god.

it gets the blood going.

i should be out there, outside, totally staring at butts and boobies.

its hypnotic and magnetic, and its been seven months since, ya' know.

...

well, to be honest, its been a week. i kind of made a stupid mistake, one i'm not entirely proud of. and will be paying for, reputation wise.

i live in a very small college town, and word tends to get around.

it didn't help (or perhaps it did) that i was entirely loaded on wild turkey, and the girl clung to me like stink on shit.

sigh. from what i remember of it... yeah, that kind of bad. like waking up and thinking, "oh shit."

...

i must cut this short, work beckons.

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