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munkysaurus (profile) wrote,
on 4-13-2003 at 11:47am
Subject: Proximity sickness...
You know when you want to call someone, but your too sick of hearing yourself talk to actually do it.

Work, work, smoke, work. Gotta' work the land, gotta move stupid furnishings and pick up garbage on new land. Lift bricks, lift bricks, lift bricks. Then go back to school, fail, fail, get yelled at by Mr. A for having 10 or 11 detentions, fail.

I'm smoking even more these days (spring break) since I've got the time. And I boy do I have it. I guess me and the funk master are going to make a music video once we reenter our school routines. I gotta find a job, and get my car fixed, plus get my liscense. I've got this last day of work, then tomorrow I think I can sleep the whole day if I want. I don't want to, but I do. Bleh.
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