| As you talk to me Too much you're assuming We don't always want what's right |
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| Saturday, February 23, 2002 1:43pm | ||||||||||
| I don't know where to start. Uh...I think someone got their way with someone else last night, but since I left, the chances are less, but still. I'm not sure. Pah. Well, good for both of them. I had THE best dream last night. It was really long and involved but the good part was that Ben Affleck was in love with me. We met at some museum function and he fell in love with me. He carried me around all over the place, in his arms, and it was great. And either Sadaam Hussein or Usama Bin Ladin was there, I forget. And Ben Affleck was bragging to them about his hot girlfriend. Ahh it was great. The game "11" is bad. Don't play it unless you are wearing lots of layers of clothes. I'll be better prepared next time. I'm proud of someone, but I'm not going to tell you who unless it's you, so you probably won't find out who I'm talking about. I mean, I'm proud of all of you for whatever reasons, but I am especially proud of someone. Congradulations. People should go out with the people that are going to make them happy, not the people that don't like to come to their apartment when all their friends are over. Vague but not so vague. I've used today's quote already, but it is resoundingly true right now. So I am using it again. It has come to my attention that I did not give you people a thing of the day yesterday. I apologise. I will give you one today. I promise. I really have to study today. I told Laura not to call me to hang out, and so I probably will. And I told her that if she did call me, to not let me go out til later. Except I'm working tomorrow, and I dont really feel like staying out late tonight. Eric, my friend who got in the car accident with Steve, is 17. I thought he was like 20. And Abbey lives a double life. And she thought I was a lesbian. Thanks Abbey. Okay here, your TOTD. This is from an article about John Ashcroft thinking some statue is blasphemous because it is a tiny bit naked. What's new? Look at his hands. Making a point? Or groping an imaginary statue? You decide. |
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