Tuesday, June 25th, 2002
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7:46 pm - Spare Tire & Gas Money
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I wished i still had my imaginary friend yo yo comb. She would make me do evil things.
Lauren and I are going to San francisco for our birthday and we will party like a addicted rockstar weekend. If you live in the east bay area or know of anyone that lives in the bay area who will like to provide us with the following:
A. drugs or alcohol - yes you heard that - It's my fucking 21st b'day
B. A floor to crash on from 4 AM - Noon
C. A DVD cam to borrow so we can convince the powers that be at Berkeley to accept Lauren into grad school. The concept "i wouldn't be drunk and hopeless if I was going to Berkeley" - Our expectations are low and we probably won't be conscious for most of the filming so we'll see how this one turns out
current mood:  devious
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Saturday, June 22nd, 2002
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12:03 pm - Electronic Kiss
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Today I woke up...never. My fingers are pulsating and are a wretched purple from my attempts of actually playing the guitar last night..
I got in a fight with a neighbor who hates my guitar and the simple fact that i don't have air conditioning in this damn room entitles me the right to open the one window I have the opens half the time because it still gets jammed from a bad paint job.
I read an article in the new national geographic about food -I'm going vegan....yes fucking vegan. Say what you will but it will be your dumbass who takes me to the hospital when i get sick from camplylobactor, listeria, e.coli 0157:H7, or samonella.
Hey bobby I think I found the answer to your diarrhea problem. A shitload of poeple got bloody diarrhea from a batch of mangoes that came from south america.
Don't panic, go organic!!!!!!!!!
current mood:  groggy
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Friday, June 21st, 2002
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4:57 pm - Bored
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4:56 pm - Dear Diary
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Summary of the Daily events:
1. wake up - contemplate washing hair 15 minutes before leaving
2. drive - drive through hollywood traffic and avoid at least 2 assholes talking on their cell phones in their beemers
3. Arrive at work 15 minutes late and once entering burbank must switch the dial from wannabe punk rock station because it has been invaded by a gospel choir - the holy war has begun
4. Spend at least three hours playing collape
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2:24 pm - Bored
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The tabloids suck - It's all about J-lo. J-lo is solo
current mood:  contemplative
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2:22 pm - Hollywood Stories
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I realized the only thing i have to offer to my friends are lame stories about my various rendezvous with Hollywood counterparts.
I got a picture with the Mr. Rogers of Rock and Roll - Ricki Rachtman.
I think I read, the tabloids just came in.
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2:18 pm - Hollywood Stories
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I realized the only thing i have to offer to my friends are lame stories about my various rendezvous with Hollywood counterparts.
I got a picture with the Mr. Rogers of Rock and Roll - Ricki Rachtman.
I think I read, the tabloids just came in.
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1:38 pm - Technologically Illiterate
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Somebody please halp me...I have no friends to add to this journal other than Robley.....I can't figure out how to make this damn this entertaining.
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