2004
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January 19th, 2004.
Sunday night, after practice, we crashed at Alfred’s house for the night. Tristan came and woke us up in the morning with Loving Husky smooches. Not much to say for the night. Watching people with strange beards talk on Country Music Television. Heather’s got control of the television. We’re staying at Alfred’s for the night,…
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January 16th, 2004.
Watching too many movies, not getting enough done. It’s like we’ve fallen into a patch of slack. Starting Sunday, that will change again, but I always feel guilty for sitting still. Today, Heather’s started “Sleepers” on the On-Demand somethin somethin. It’s already covered man’s inhumanity to man when man doesn’t see a man as another…
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January 15th, 2004.
Sitting comfortably in the Living room, thinking about my fine, fine, fine Heather. Played an insane Magic game last night with Janna and Justin. It got to be quite a mess and lasted for too long. I eventually did 113 points of damage to Justin in one turn, by attacking him with about 30 creatures…
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January 14th, 2004.
So, it was a really, really long night. And there were some pretty painful moments. People, I mean – in case we need this reinforced out there… are really not at their finest when they’re drunk, and by the end of the night, just about everyone at this place was pretty smashed. It just wasn’t…
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January 13th, 2004.
Heather was attacked at 5am this morning, the perpetrator is lying in a sunbeam behind me, caged like the animal she is. Maggie… Oh Maggie… All of the Amy’s Parents’ House animals drool. Maggie apparently came rushing into Heather’s room at about five in the morning, and tracked Heather in the pre-dawn light, and leapt.…
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January 12th, 2004.
Sitting at Orbit’s, in Fredericksburg, Virginia. Low-key and calm at the moment – “are you going away with no word of farewell? Didn’t mean to treat you unkind, you know that was the last thing on my mind.” Perhaps six years ago I was brought here. The trains passing out the back window, old stone…
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January 10th, 2004.
Played the Riverdale Bookshop tonight. Awesome show, despite the hideous nastiness of this bastard cold that’s busily kicking my ass around the neighbourhood. All of the photo credits from the Riverdale Bookshop, btw – go to Justin, Heather’s brother. Though, some of the pictures came out really weird, cause the faces on the album covers…
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January 8th, 2004.
Have arrived at my parents’ house, returning from the most… un… un something. One of the most uncomfortable open mic experiences I’ve ever had. The Harambe Cafe in Adam’s Morgan, Washington DC – Ethiopian food catches me off guard with it’s excitement and spongey bread and clenchy finger action. This isn’t here for any particular…
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January 7th, 2004.
I hate the realities of Life. I worry about taxes, and I worry about an income, and survival. But – I also feel that I can take this. I don’t particularly want to, but the world has thrown all sorts of things at me, and I seem to be able to maintain a “this too…
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January 6th, 2004.
I’m sitting at the College Perk, worrying about little things and big things, and watching the cat sleep on a pretty woman’s knee. Stubby tailed and contrary, I don’t remember the beast’s name off the top of my head – but it’s something like “Poopsy” or something equally painful. Anywho, chatting with Shane on IM,…