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2002.07.17 12:42 p.m.

i have to go grocery shopping and buy film and bugspray and look in the garage to see if we have all the things i can't find.

if alisin doesn't get home fairly early this evening and then call me right away i will vomit. i will vomit all over her chest. take that big boobs.

because i have talked about this so much i paritally expect us not to go.

ali and ellen better come. although how is ali getting out of french?

there better be cute boys there. to stalk. i want to play the field. or at least play in the field.

ness creek. i actually have no idea what it will be like. which is good because however i envision things, they are never close.

yack yack yack. i have laundry to do. packing to do. errands to run. i hope supertruck is all well. oh super.

in the book that i'm reading and talking about: dad says he saw you at the mall......it has this paragraph:
battle cat was this kitten we had for awhile. we couldn't keep him because we already had a cat. for two weeks, tutti and i tried to find a home for battle cat. mornings, while tutti and were trying to get ready for work, battle cat would chase us around the apartment, attacking our ankles. he would grap on to our socks and hold on as though he wanted to try and keep us there.
the thing is that my cats name is adventure cat. and i love her. and it is very close to that description. only i don't wear socks very often. so adventure is more painful i'd guess.

battle cat and ness creek

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all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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