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Micah
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
1:13 AM

I realize now kids that this was inevitable. If you've been checking out my comments you will see that I have been hijacked by a one Miss "eeeee" (Megan GODDAMN Curren) and Bernice jr. (Steph Fontanone of Bama). These two fine specimens are both acquaintances through my sister that I bonded with over my mini-holiday in Chestertown Maryland. These two, though both unique in their own ways are both overly obsessed with Coldplay. And though they are expecting an expose (add a thingy over the e) on themselves and my most wonderful weekend of drunkenness and debauchery, this isnt it. SUCKERS. Just wanted you two to know its coming, oh yes, it is, pictures and all. And maybe kids, just maybe, if your lucky I will through in some pictures of me drunk in camo gear playing a little beer pong. That's a maybe.

So, today, hold on, what did I do? Fucking nothing. I got up at 11:00, took a shower, turned in my time card, came home, ate lunch, watch some of the Pirates of the Caribbean documentaries and fell asleep, picked up a 7 day laptop after I woke up, ate dinner and then watched a bit more TV. Since I didn't do anything taxing today nor anything that took any sort of brain power I decided I best go work out so I wouldn't feel so useless. Plus the only thing on TV is Maxim's 100 hotties (VH1) and watching that all day just makes you feel fat. Even when Steph calls you "Abercrombie" and tells you that your jeans are painted on. Which they aren't folks, she was drunk. So, recap: Im so lazy it hurts.

Tomorrow the basement cleaning begins but only after I meet with my boss to hear about my new job. Don't tell my parents or anything but its going to be like 80 on Wednesday and I don't think there will be as much cleaning going on as tanning in the back yard. Ahahaha.

Oh, and shit, who is up for a sleep over on Thursday night? We can have pillow fights and watch movies and giggle while throwing pop corn at each other. But on the other hand....
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