Tuesday, June 4th, 2002 | 21:55
You've gotta do what you've gotta do.

You will get yours. -Bush (Cold Contagious)
I've been sitting here for ten minutes, trying to come up with (you (freudian slip?)) something to say.
For most of the evening, I forgot that Leanne was with Gab.
So I went and trashed myself at the bar, confused for nothing.... And I'm mad at you and I'm mad at me. -Third Eye Blind (Tattoo of the Sun)
I'm going to go scream at the radio in my car. Maybe it'll clear my head.
Yogi Berra-isms

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