Gobble Gobble :-)
2004-11-25 @ 9:53 p.m.
So, my Thanksgiving was okay.
I sat with a dying man for an hour and it was really uncomfortable. I do not handle death well, at all. I should have had the guts to shake his hand again, but I just sort of fled the room.
Why do I smell like dog food!?
The food was pretty good, I mean, turkey is turkey man. Only, I've come to realize that my stomach can simply, just not hold as much food as it used to. Kind of sucks.
'Now where have all the good times gone...alright alright alright...'
Tomorrow I want to chat with Brad from Linkin Park in the LPUC.
Heh, yeah.
Okay, I've changed my mind, I spell pretty good. It's my cat who smells like she's been roasting on top of the television for a bit too long.
I need to write my entry for Crest. I know it's not going to get in, but heck, why not try?
'Who is that killer? Woahhhhhhhh...'
Any-hoo my furry friends, I am going to get going now. I may or may not write in here later, I don't know. I guess it all depends on how late I end up staying awake.
I'm so freaking tired man.
I should read some more Trainspotting.
-SaM
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