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They perched on their stilts, pointing and daring me to break custom.
May 31, 2006

im fucking pissed. but im not gonna comment on anything here.

on the other hand. training was damn fun. funny la. isaac and keming the jokers. and not forgetting moen. (:

fucking matter had to dampen my spirits.

seriously. some people really should eat shit.

9:15 PM