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a dream
So I woke up to the sound of a truck door closing, expecting the landlord to show up any minute. I pulled some pants on and as I grabbed a shirt I looked out the window and noticed that it was not Fred Zimmer walking toward my door, but Mike Deluca. When I opened the door there were even more people. It seemed like Mike had (somehow) acquired a ( Read more... ) -
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happy birthday to me. -
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http://www.voodoomusicfest.com/2007/index.html
Heya and I are going to this at the end of the month and we could really use some company. -
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OK lets make this official. We need to know ( Read more... ) -
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ok, i waffled for awhile. but now i need a psp before october. -
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preview. spell check. craft each nugget of anxiety, each social dilemma that we can chew and swallow with our donuts and coffee, and pore over them just as long. to create that with every keystroke. or even after a few. but eventually i have to hit transmit. this is not a journal or a desktop or a work in progress this is something that must be ( Read more... ) -
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For some reason the End button and the Home button are reversed on this keyboard. I want to take someone's QWERTY letters off and alphabetize them.
This is a fictional account.
The door opened and Pete Wentz walked through the door. "Pete! Pete." Bob McLynn stood up and shook the skinny lyricist's hand. "'This Ain't A Scene...' is selling ' ( Read more... )