2004-05-03 - 12:11 a.m.
no one believes me when i say i'm going to marry jasmine trias... or michelle wie.
or that randi is going to marry ichiro suzuki.
i want my friggin' tax refund so i can go spend money on an exhaust or something.
maybe rims and tires.
or something less visible like strut braces.
or a new amp and speakers.
something cool.
and probably useless.
i still haven't gotten my yearly review at work.
i'm getting anxious.
i kinda want to stay at waldens but i also want to work in a lower stress environment.
but i think pac-sun at kahala would leave me with way too much time on my hands to get into trouble.
stupid idle hands being controlled by satan.
does this mean that if i jerk off, satan is giving me a hand job?
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