the "f___ you jason's deli" girl came in tonight. i watched safely behind the counter as the short haired love goddess interacted with the crowd. she seems to be a great hugger. i will never know.
man, i obsess over strange (strange meaning i dont know them) women i lot. i need a girlfriend.
the music was really good tonight. i caught myself air guitar-ing a few times. everyone should buy joey kendall's cd. even if he doesnt have one. i dont know how you will do it, but love can make a way
i vowed myself away from our espresso shakes they are not helping my quest for fatlessness. however i am still not ready for a good diet and exercise. that day will come when jerry springer brings a crane to my house to get me out of bed.
6:59 a.m. - 1997-08-29
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