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| 6/7/02, 6:46 pm so, what's new? well, for starters, this site . . . you ever do something and hope people like it but then nobody ever knows about it to begin with, so it doesn't matter if anyone likes it or not? no? so that's just me? oh, well. anyway, the site's had 36 visitors. two of them were my dad and my little brother, two were sean, and thirty were me. sad? very. so, tonight, me, sean, and his cousin elliot are going out to bardstown road here in louisville to get some gigs and to go to this vintage clothes store called cherry bomb. that'll be fun. i gotta finish my chicken a la king first, though. which is not so fun. i met a girl online today that didn't like our music but put me on her buddy list anyway. that's always fun. and, in closing, i thought i'd let you all know that i emailed the guys from goo goo dolls and matchbox twenty, so if i get a reply, i'll pass it on. and also, i love each and every one of you. truly. isaac |
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| 6/13/02, 4:11 pm hmm, another fun day at work. and unlike real musicians, music is not my job. the last time i got paid for music was $25 to sing an aaron carter song at a five-year-old's birthday party. i am a sell out, i am a sell out, i am a sell out . . . the saving grace of my place of employment is that i can listen to hoobastank to my heart's content. currently, track three (running away) is on repeat. you know the lead singer is asian? that's dope. who came up with the idea of making those little bite-size candy bar balls? i want to shake their hand. with extreme vigor. i love them! the twelve ounce package of heath balls keeps me from going insane here. oh, i got a reply from the goos! i love how personalized it is: Thanks for dropping the goos a line at googoodolls.com. . . We try to read every email that comes in and respond when time allows. . . obviously we can't write everyone back so if you don't get a response please don't be discouraged! Visit googoodolls.com and write again. . . ok. time for a shout out or two. hey, jill. you're mixed? i always thought you were just really tan. you know i love you! to my stalker: carpe isaac; keep stalking. dad, do you know how weird it is that you signed my guestbook? i mean, you're my dad. sam, the guitar is by far the coolest member. oh, and christie, who are you? and why are you going to the sites of bands of whom you know nada? the pics will be up just as soon as we take them. ok, i think that's it. stand down is the mack-est of all daddies. i am not a hick, no matter what you hear. and i love you all. really. isaac |
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