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Hey, today. I've already come home from work, hung out with someone, shoveled mine and my landlords' stoops. It's only 9:43; I did a straight 24-hour work shift, 8 am Saturday to 8 am Sunday. I ran into my partner on my way home, after I went to the grocery store, he was on his way to work, I stood with him at the bus stop, everything glass is covered in a thin textured ice. Snow storm yesterday, the kids at work say it's Sheila' Brush, that means it's the last snowstorm of the year, the one that happens after all the previous piles of snow melted. It won't last long, I hope, this new layer, my feet are wet and cold, but there's way more sun these days, so.
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Comments: make waves.
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Wednesday, March 11th, 2009
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dear diary,
today is my first day off of almost four, but more like three and a half. i'm watching the simpsons by the window in my second floor apartment, above the painting contractor office, with window open a crack, sun trickling in. it's, oh, say, 1 degree, which now, to me, after all that fucking snow-storminess of january and february, is balmy. it feels like fucking summer. i never thought i would ever live somewhere this cold. i never thought i would live somewhere this cold and be so used to it.
so it's my first day off of 3.5. this morning, i was stoked. i woke up to the phone ringing, and i said, out loud "yaaaay." steve left for work after i fed him some coffee, and i applied for two jobs, one for the fall and one for right now. the latter will just be a side thing, i already work like 36 a week at my other job, my child & youth care job, where i'm like a pseudo-foster parent. i'm trying to save some money for the summer, for touring. i'd up my hours at the child & youth care job, but seems like more hours just negates everything, i just get more taxes off and seem to make less while acruing more burn-out.
the side job will be fun too, working at the medical university, pretending i have certain ailments.
anyway, so i have today off, it feels like my first one in forever. i had last friday off, but i had to go into the office anyway for a workshop on the new clock-in system, plus i had to deal with some work drama over the phone, and then i had band practice, and then steve was putting on an all-ages show, which our band was playing and which i helped with, hauling equipment, setting up room, doing door, etc. it was our first show and it was sick. overall, the day was all productive and meaningful, but today, the nothingness, is nice. i made crepes for myself, which i fucked up, then went downtown to meet jen king and her girlfriend and look at boats.
and tonight i'll finish my cbc tattoo and take a hot bath and, i dunno, move furniture.
anyway, see you around, diary.
xo juls
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Comments: make waves.
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Tuesday, October 21st, 2008
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okay, tour was fucking rad but exhausting. i'm in lyon which is so-so. my friend alex rules but it's a tiny apartment and i'm already in a "post-tour-doing-fuck-all" rut. i'm really anxious to get to barcelona but pretty nervous because i have absolutely no squatting contacts there. none. i'm also a little sad because some people i really like who i thought also would be in barcelona arent't going to be. so! if you have any contacts of anyone at all in a squat/communal living situation who would be down with me staying there for however long (short and long term), PLEASE contact me. i'm kind of desparate, sad, stressed out about the whole thing.
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Comments: 6 drownings - make waves.
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Thursday, September 4th, 2008
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1. i don't live in vancouver anymore.
2. i am right now in brooklyn staying in a punk house compound with christeen francis and my new york date, frankie, and a million other cool kids. it's fucking hot here. i'm trying to write a column. i'm distracted.
3. i'm still going on euro but there were complications that involved our airline company shutting down and having to buy new tickets.
4.
5 sept : Paris, France @ Le Parvis de Bagnolet (+ Hjertestop + Night fever.)
16 sept : Lieges, Belgium. @ Carlo Levi (+ Hjertestop + Night Fever.)
17 sept : Rumelange, Luxembourg. @ Yellow Cello Bar
18 sept : Kortrijk, Belgium @ The Pit's
19 sept : Day off
20 sept : Osnabruck, Germany (+ Hjertestop + Night Fever)
21 sept: Copenhague, Denmark, @ Loppen (Christiania)
22 sept: Berlin, Germany, @ Koma F (Kopi)
23 sept: Leipzig, Germany, @ Zorro (+ Freedumb)
24 sept: 24 sept: Olsztyn, Pologne, @ Molotov Cafe
25 sept: Day Off
26 sept: Warsaw, Poland, @ Elba squat
27 sept: Lublin, Poland (+ Ghost Mice, Lies Feed the Machine, K.ill Discipline)
28 sept: Bratislava, Slovakia.
29 sept: Česky Těsin, Czech Republic.
30 sept: Prague, Czech Republic, @ Klub 007 (+ Armagedom + Morkimmel)
1 oct: Vienna, Austria, @ EKH
2 oct: Budapest, Hungary (+ Something Against You + The Snobs)
3 oct: Beltinci , Slovenia, @ Ambasada.
4 oct : Bologna, Italy. (+ PestFest + Cobretti)
5 oct: North of Italy? Switzerland? Help
7 oct: Grenoble, France, @ a house in the mountains (+ Zeppo)
8 oct: Barcelona, Spain
9 oct: Day off
10 oct: Valencia, Spain
11 oct: Madrid, Spain
12 oct: Zaragoza, Spain
13 oct: Bordeaux, France @ La Centrale
14 oct: Lyon, France (+ Off With Their Heads)
5. see you never.
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Comments: 3 drownings - make waves.
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i'm in montreal all mixed up. it's nutty and great like i'm not travelling, just housesitting a two and a half apartment and listening to cbc radio with all the doors open, looking at the rain dripping onto the back concrete yard. trying to write some book reviews, thinking about this column i have to write, drinking cold coffee. all my favourite things about being somewhere i call home. but i'm giving myself a washington dc tattoo while feeling really attached to brooklyn. about to skip town with my friends from oakland.
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Comments: 1 drowning - make waves.
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Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
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1. no, FUCK YOU. i'll leave.
2. montreal, albany, new york, washington dc, new york, montreal, touring the maritimes with GENESIS CLIMBER for two weeks, including motherfucking newfoundland. stoked.
3. mikel marton (my best friend in middle school), brant boshart (my best friend last year), coral short (my best friend this year), keith lennig (solid dude), christeen francis(last year's roadie), fil (this year's roadie), my brother (no explanation needed) and dan and clint (rad boys i like touring with).
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Comments: 1 drowning - make waves.
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the alf house house backyard
1342 e georgia
margaret thrasher
golden touch
b-lines
free.
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Comments: 2 drownings - make waves.
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Saturday, July 12th, 2008
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crown heights in brooklyn in new york. hanging out with christeen is awesome. i'm staying in a punk house next door to another punk house, i go next door in the morning to get coffee. today we went to coney island, my second time this week. there was swimming and eating delicious fair food out of the garbage and smoking a joint in a photo booth. last night there was a punk show next door, all my friends who live here played plus a kinda crappy band from minneapolis and i watched x-files with a boy while the sun rose on a dumpstered projector and then we made out.
why am i leaving? lots of reasons. margaret thrasher euro tour. the prospect of a warm next winter spent in spain. and some things about the city get to me. just like walking alone sometimes. it was like that a lot in DC too, and not even when i was by myself either, like i'd be stopped on a corner while riding bikes when my friend's roommate and he'd be like, uh, were those dudes making kissing noises at you? and then like this morning when my period came so quickly and i left my keeper at home and i was trying to figure out going to the beach and rush to the bodega to buy tampons which is a quarter block away and i was wearing a tank top and by myself and the two dudes i pass on the sidewalk are like HEY BABY WHAAA and i keep walking quickly and a car pulls up and is like HEY BABY HOLD UP HOLD UP HOLD UP and i'm like UGHHH and at the bodega the tampax are behind the counter and the dudes are like smiling like "hey what kind do you need?" and the one dude smiles even more sleazy and pulls down the extra long extra strong box and i'm already bummed on corrosive bleached bullshit up my vag. i say, regular is fine, bust it back to catch up with my friends. we pass a pile of shit with a flip-flop ditched in it.
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Thursday, June 26th, 2008
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going to albany today. then washington dc on saturday. i like being away although i hate not being established. no offense to, like, my five friends in vancouver but i feel really good about moving away. i get kind of pissed thinking about this past year.
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hey everyone. this friday:
eviction party (this totally rad pop-punk band from either guelph or halifax that sounds like shotwell) and
LEGS (my friend who has a really pretty solo project)
and this crappy punk band i just joined
and some other solo projects.
on my back deck! so summerish! 2028 E 1TH. bring five bucks or a donation for the kids on tour. 7 pm.
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7:30 a.m. at the usual italian coffee shop, i didn't even know it was open that early, i had just stumbled out into the drive ("see you around, thanks for all the lemonade.. and.. yeah.") and there it was, sandwich board out and all. everyone all turns to look at the clock when i come in. "where are you going so early?" the real and true response is "home," but i'm all, mutter, new job, fort langley today, mutter. i walk my bike home, stomach gut rot from no sleep, torn throat from the combination of my lungs repairing themselves postsmoke-weed-every-day via discharge through my throat and a really long band practice yesterday. get home. lay in bed and think about not going to new job. eat some old sushi and spill soy sauce all over my sheets. radio alarm comes on. new job calls and cancels. thank fucking god.
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dear diary, today was uncannily lucky. yo, check it:
1. biked all the way to main & 49th to meet someone off craigslist to buy my old chrome bag, and they did, in fact, buy it and i was the new owner of a cool 50 bucks in front of a delicious samosa shop.
2. went by the tattoo shop to book appointments for me and my brother that can only happen next week. appointment booker was all, "the only way we can fit both you and your brother in on the same day is if we can move this one appointment to another day." so he called dude up to reschedule appointment, dude was down. also, tattooist was all, "awesome, i've always wanted to do that tattoo, i used to live with a member of that band, i have that record so i already know the image and can bring it in."
3. stopped by a market to purchase a refreshing beverage as it was hot and i was biking around quite a bit. really wanted the $1.49 concord grape juice spritzer, thought i should get the $1.00 grape/apple one 'cus i'm trying to get back into cheap livin', you know, spendin' less, thinnin' it out. i'm gonna retire soon, which will only be possible if i go back to living the punk life. thought, fuck it. got the concord grape one, because concord grapes are great. lady only charged me a buck. and it was hella damn refreshing.
4. yesterday i was kinda bummed and therefore sat in my room looking up job ads on craigslist. i don't know why i do this when i'm depressed, it's fucking stupid and counterproductive. whatever. i think it's just my way of filling time and acquiring some new things that will fill lots of time and distract me from the degree at which a few of my favourite friendships have disintegrated into a miserable, awkward, and tense mess. but whatever. also, i'm about to retire, see, and it requires some plane tickets and i need some extra cash. so! i applied for two jobs. i got one today. eleven bucks an hour, operating rides at a small-scale carnival? sweet deal.
5. alex l and sarah k made me delicious dinner. they are my new roommates. they are awesome. i am really lucky that my house recently had a crazy turnover and it all worked out.
6. alex and i went to the legion to play crib and drink beers and no-brews (him former, me latter). i won all three games.
a few unlucky things:
1. i feel extremely stressed out about tour booking. like nothing i am personally responsible for is working out, and this includes open and happy veins of communication. i need a pep talk or for something to work out or... something.
2. sunburn today. weird.
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Comments: 2 drownings - make waves.
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Wednesday, May 14th, 2008
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sweet day: i stayed in bed until probably three or four, listening to opera on CBC and hanging out with a date. it was raining so, well, you know, what's the point? went to bon's at five, had a milkshake and ate dinner, drank some coffee, went to band practice, it went well. rode the bus and listened to nofx. came home, ate lentil stew, watched the joy luck club with my new roommates and cried, like, in a good way.
interesting weekend: on friday, i saw both mass grave and vialka, both really different bands that i like in completely different capacities. otherwise, things were slow. i've been hanging out at a secret old person bar on the drive playing cribbage with jen lovick who bartends there, drinking coffee. i've quit pot, i think. i started consistently getting the fear. good bye, old friend, it was a good stoney ten years.
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Comments: 2 drownings - make waves.
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last night i gave my second and third ever tattoos, the first one being the classic 100 PUNKS on coral short and the second one being the beginning of a brontasauraus on my left arm. it was the punkest night ever, kinda. there was a game of scrabble being played while andy cleaned his home-brew equipment. then the tattoos ensued while we drank green tea. afterwards they looked up their favourite eurosquats on wikipedia.
this morning i went to the pool.
i kind of just got back from a short stint on the ACTS OF SEDITION LAME STICKER TOUR 08. i flew to winnipeg to spend a few days in a changed scenery, doing the same shit i do here: drinking hella coffee, going out for breakfast with rad kids, drawing a bunch. i saw PROPAGANDHI play at the albert, a classic winnipeg punk bar. cross another life goal off the list.
another two life goals, though, i guess, since i'm sure that "driving frantically across western canada to attend shows atypical of each respective city in an anxiety-free manner on account that the tour i'll be on won't be mine, but instead that of a group of the raddest dudes ever from oakland." was on the list, even if only subconsciously.
here's a tour story: so we're about to approach the border booth to make the great leap from canada to america. will is driving, i'm sitting on the couch behind him. he picks up our stack of IDs from the cup holder. he turns around. "this is yours, juls." he hands me something in between a roach and a half-joint. i take it and swallow it. what else could i do? i was fine until we got to seattle and went to procure free mexican food from some hipster bar that was in a basement and only had red lights. i got free nachos, i couldn't distinguish between the foods in the nachos due to the weird lighting and the disconnection between my eyesight and my mental comprehension that is symptomatic of being way too hella weed high, everyone else was getting drunk and i was just stoned and stuck in my head.
i tried to counter the effects by drinking two cans of sparks. weird choice, since i don't really drink. the next day i was a wreck and had this intense tour identity crisis.
however, i got over it and i'm doing an eastern canada tour with the acts of sedition side-project GENESIS CLIMBER in july.
i hitchhiked home from olympia last friday to a fucked-up house, messy and an eviction notice and a disconnected phone. everything is solved now though. now i'm just giving myself shitty tattoos and doing temp work until i fly to montreal june 18.
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Comments: 4 drownings - make waves.
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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008
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dear diary,
i swore i was gonna get serious about writing and start a blog, but i've done one entry, that's it. what have i been doing? i've been spending too much time at my old house lately, both a dance party and a show there this weekend. eventually i get so drained from that shit. it's just so many awkward situations from over such a long span of time. yesterday sucked. too many reasons, the funniest one being that i dropped my pager
(oh yeah: 604-650-JULS. you can text message me on that shit. or leave voice mail, whatever.)
in a toilet. came home and played PERSONAL PREFERENCE with reece and travis in the kitchen. (guess the order in which i prefer these things: lending money, writing letters, being misquoted, root beer floats.)
this morning, i woke up hella early but stayed in bed and ate candy and read back two years of my livejournal. interesting choice. it was like two hours of livejournal reading and decided to stop when i started getting confused about my current life. i was all, where do i work? do i have a boyfriend? what am i doing?
who cares! because i'm flying to winnipeg today to ignore all my problems and go on tour with ACTS OF SEDITION and live in tour-land wherein only immediate needs are important and longer commitments and responsibilities cannot be dealt with and are therefore irrelevant. fucking perfect.
xox juls
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Comments: 5 drownings - make waves.
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dear diary,
i'm back in vancouver. it's raining. the ministry of health just sent me a bill for $80 for having an ambulance driver help me from a parking lot into emergency in october. today i had an inconclusive appointment with a GI specialist, so weird, it seemed like i had some kind of stomach bacteria because i was hella sick for good three to four weeks and now i'm getting better.
i went to chilliwack for days or something; it was really nice. sun. one day i biked around downtown, bought a dubbed tape called "background music for debra and michael's wedding" at a flea market, biked around more around my old schools and stomping groups. then i ran into my brother, then i went to a mall and bought CDs (?!), then my brother and i met up and we went on an epic 19-mile bike ride, out to where my grandparents used to live and in a big loop. the next day, i went to aquafit with my mom and then on a hike with my brother and lindsay, just a little one, up teapot hill. regardless, it was hard and the first time i felt that pain under my left ribcage a la when i was trying to join the running team in grade three.
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Comments: 1 drowning - make waves.
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i got this in an e-mail today from my penpal whose band, PIZZA OD, margaret thrasher is touring europe with. so fucking stoked.
15 sept : Paris, France
16 sept : Bruxelles, Belgium
17 sept : Amsterdam, Holland
18 sept : Day off, visit amsterdam squats and get
legally wasted
19 sept : Hamburg, Germany
20 sept : Copenhague, Denmark
21 sept: Malmö, Sweden
22 sept: Rostock, Germany
23 sept: Berlin, Germany
24 sept: Poznan, Poland
25 sept: Warsaw, Poland
26 sept: Day off, drink vodka in Polish bars
27 sept: Krakow, Poland
28 sept: Presov, Slovakia
29 sept: Ostrava, Czech Republic
30 sept: Prague, Czech Republic
1 oct: Vienna, Austria
2 oct: Venice, Italy
3 oct: Day off, checking out the pise tower and trying
to make it fall by puking on it
4 oct : Pise, Italy
5 oct: Roma, Italy
6 oct: Milano, Italy
7 oct: Grenoble, France
8 oct: Barcelona, Spain
9 oct: Day off, looking for HHH shirts and Ultimo
Resorte records
10 oct: Valencia, Spain
11 oct: Madrid, Spain
12 oct: Zaragoza, Spain
13 oct: Bordeaux, France
14 oct: Lyon, France
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Thursday, March 20th, 2008
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i opened my roommate's mail, the phone bill. march is fraud prevention month. it says that. on the bill. my roommate is on vacation. they're all on vacation. it's down to just two of us, i've started sleeping in the living room, i feel like i might never leave the house again.
i don't know what's wrong with me, i can only indicate the length of this wrongness: thirteen days. before that i had that feverish cold. further back: i felt good for the entirety of jury duty. tour was good. december was plain old being depressed. november i think was the face-herpes month, before that, the car accident, before that, the pelvic inflammatory disease. i hate this school year. i hate it, i hate it, i hate it.
this morning i woke up stiff on the living room floor, went upstairs, shit my brains out, lay in bed and thought about the specifics of the chilly aches of my body. a lady called, she asked, is this juliet? i said, sure. she said, you have recently completed a survey and have won a free cruise.
i said, oh right.
she said, you don't sound very excited, juliet.
that was the first day i got that cold the week after i got out of jury duty. middle of the afternoon, i answered the phone to hear answering-machine fuzzy seagulls. congratulations, it said. i did it to see where it would go. back when i liked the novelty of being sick, maybe, sort of. it seemed okay to have to stay home and get bored and not be in the courthouse everyday.
they called back today, i answered even though i hate answering the phone. it's always too low or too high from whereever i am, my stomach hurts so bad these days i can't stand up straight or turn too quickly. but it might be someone i like so i try.
well, you should be excited, juliet, she says, she being some lady from somewhere reading off a script, saying, as everyone knows cruises are the superior way to travel we have many destinations that leave from our ft. lauderdale location we believe word-of-mouth is the best form of advertisement so after your fantastic cruise you will go home and brag about it to your friends and family do you think you will do that juliet.
i waited. she said, to activate your free cruise we will need to collect a few things from you juliet in order to go on the cruise you will need to bring a major credit card.
oh, i said. there's the catch. i don't have a credit card.
but onboard if you have some kind of accident or emergency you will need a credit card.
i don't have a credit card.
this is a great opportunity that i guess we'll have to pass on to the next person.
bummer i said and hung up. fraud prevention month.
i wonder if that shit was a trick. i mean, i know it's a trick, it's obvious it's a trick, so far obvious i wonder if it's a trick-trick, as in, set up by some caring watchdog group that mimics the essentials of such frauds and get the credit card information out of bored and/or sick people and then say, look! you could've been ripped off. i should've faked it. i wish i had a credit card, in five months, it'd be me on THE NATIONAL or some shit, sitting on a yellow striped couch with the host, listening to an audio recording of my swindling, saying, oh, i could've lost it all right there.
back to my body: i don't know what i have right now but it reminds me of jury duty wherein i have to disregard everything i believe to be natural and true. like how i believe a diet high in fruits and raw vegetables and protein from plant-based sources are what makes a body feel good. same with consistent and regular and vigorous exercise. but right now i just drink beef bullion and eat some soda crackers and don't leave the house. it's a fucking sham. what the fuck.
anyway. today i called the phone company and made some changes on my roommate's account without any identity verification. nothing major, reece! but it was funny. total fraud.
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Wednesday, March 5th, 2008
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monday:
- woke up mildly sick
- didn't go to gym with bruiser
- crapped out playing scrabble with tif
+ got a sweet package in the mail that included a three-year SNAKEPIT book that i read in bed while drinking coffee
+ got my driver's licence (!!!!)
+/- went to work
- got really sick during work
- got too sick to pursue plans to driving to chilliwack after work so i could enjoy sunshine and hiking and dan and lindsay
tuesday:
- way totally sick all day
- watched a really depressing and draining swedish television series about marriage and how emotions and senses can atrophy through years of complacent security because of the erosion of personality that can occur when never faced with conflict
+ had the option of not anything all day which was sweet 'cus i'm sick
- got really bored and restless and kind of angry after not doing anything all day
wednesday:
+ got to stay in bed forever, i feel a bit better, i hate being sick, i hate it i hate it i hate it
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Comments: 4 drownings - make waves.
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Thursday, February 28th, 2008
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jury duty is over. i ate a lot of lobster and sent someone to jail. the system is fucked.
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