i love the way the comic book store smells.
i love pinball more every day.
i seem to get worse at pinball every day.
i have a song stuck in my head. i dont know the title of the song or the band that plays it. i dont even remember the words.
last night, i had a dream that i became a marsupial. i carried a small child (presumbly my future son) in my pouch.
i am reading a biography of hitler.
i regularly e-mail my mom.
i get offended when people tell me that i am not a nerd.
there is a giant hole in my shoe.
there is a zit on my leg.
these are the things that make me weird.
these are the things that make me love me.
3:03 p.m. - 2003-12-10
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