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Previous: 4/26-4/30 5/03-5/10 5/11-5/21 5/23-5/28 5/29-6/04 6/05-6/10 6/11-6/15 6/16-6/26 heh but i'm just some guy something i forgot about this weekend when talking about elvis, and poop, and watersports we discovered the location of the human soul it's at the top of your colon and when you die your muscles relax and that last big... um.... release happens that's when your sould is free! matt thought i should travel back in time explain that to the aztecs - Monday, June 15, 1998 at 10:32:18 (EDT) oh my gosh am i still alive??? last night; what madness was found bn had gone back to work friday night i had nothing planned but maybe going to play poker w/ Matt ;& Sarah their friends all were broke and could not spare ten bucks so they scratched that idea mentioned the possibility of a midnight showing of the film the professional not real exciting night, or so it seemed at the time out of the blue bn popped up he had not worked that day cuz he loves his grandma and had gone to Cville to be at a family dinner she hosted brought some bitchin brownies w/ him too! around this time i figured if i was going to be clean and shaven for the film i better get my move on sometime during my ritual the phone rang the bn got it and talked to sarah for the first time, something about a change of plans they would be arriving ASAP but there is not much chance of me getting clean quicker than usual it just does not happen as i was pulling on my boxers i heard her laugh then bn talking then matt eventually i made my entrance they were ready for a road trip the desire to gamble had won out "let's go to Atlantic City" "it's only a 5 hour drive" bn did not feel like going at first but i was not going to go without him i don't leave my friends out of adventures like that when fun is to be had and they are already there well all four of us piled into my car a ton of CDs in tow a quick stop by an ATM and we were on our way the drive was a blast good conversation all around highlights including: the connection between the old dominion and depends under garments Matt likes candy bn does not like to ride shotgun when i drive the potomic river smells like hell driving by non specific cities where you can find places called store that sell cans labeled food i determined that i do indeed have carpal tunnel, and it hurts like hell all roads in jersey were design by someone from roanoke ........ as i try to remeber there is a big blur a great deal of laughing and quick wit then the city bn reflected on his recent trip to vegas park the car and head for the floor the gurls head for the slots i follow matt to the tables black jack is his game i watch him lose 30 bucks he walks away, and allows me to sight see the people so desperate spending money they obviously do not have to spare in the very center of my being i began to feel this pain i wanted to wretch could not take it so we headed out for the boardwalk endind up walking the beach since i am from a beach town the appeal of this was slightly lost on me a time for me to be isolated and introspective matt and bn were bonding sarah was being in touch with her inner child cute as hell, but not where i was at all seashells loose there appeal when you grow up around them i still found a pretty one a small piece of a broken conch dull boring white on the outside scratched and cracked but flip it over to what should be the inside and you find all the colors of a perfect sunset with a high gloss finish it made me even more introspective pretty soon we got hungry i wanted to see the other places surf the casinos so we combined a search for food with testing the slots i lost a great deal won nothing give give give - get nothing in return heh bn found a 20 foot woman and promptly felt her up after finding that it costs 8 dollars for a bagel everywhere down there we packed it in and left driving away from the the city eventually i found a little diner a place to have some northern redneck cookin kountry style, with a k we grubbed up headed out again they slept, i drove i suppose i made it home i woke up in my bed an hour ago i remember the time wow - Sunday, June 14, 1998 at 19:40:47 (EDT) star wars references are always pleasant to read i had major brain function a few hours ago but it has passed now i read the gus musings was kinda strange to be able to picture the places he refered to Bn played at the Budha Biker Bar when i went up there w/ him i'm entertaining the idea of going up there tomorrow during the day if not to new york i dunno the irritations of coworkers are bringing me down power struggles and things like that i get screwed in the process oh well have to remind myself that i am only a contract employee my thoughts mean nothing these people are not my friends, only my clients the goal: keep them happy even if they are idiots such is the game of employment i'd love to be working for myself those credit card applications looking real inviting right now i can not even pay my bills as it is but if i got a more powerfull computer.... a video camera a capture card some amazing hard drives i could do my own thing make videos start by doing free ones for local bands make a name for myself move up from there and also make some serious photoshop artworks CMYK 2foot by 3foot posters a gallery show but i need the hardware my poor machine is just maxxed out gives me fits as it is that kind of work would kil it i tell myself it is justifiable to put myself in a world of debt ahhhhh the money game such is life - Friday, June 12, 1998 at 15:33:50 (EDT) tonight Andrea was extra stunning, and nice then a big suprise, Jeff came up to goff out! i hugged him and got all giddy man i luv that guy twas a good eve, even got to dance my ass off to some skinny puppy! but bad things going down in NYC a friend needs a friend trying my damndest to figure out how to do that but it's sooooooo late i'm sooooo tired - Friday, June 12, 1998 at 03:49:12 (EDT) Zach (aka Sorted) is by far one my favorite net friends go visit his new friends and be nice to them because i want them to take care of him out there in San Fran - Friday, June 12, 1998 at 03:44:05 (EDT) guess Hera Aine knows i don't have an mp3 player now..... - Thursday, June 11, 1998 at 14:18:20 (EDT) sell your soul for a canvas to paint on habitual decay body and mind taken away used up by so many hyper-active twitches deleted from memory in an hours time well met well forgotten - Thursday, June 11, 1998 at 12:58:48 (EDT) 
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