ah, daniel.
he wrote about me in his diary.
it makes me miss my friends.
i kicked ass at jeopardy (sp?) tonight. wouldnt be so if i was playing with daniel, zak, and chris.
i would love to live in the same town as them again.
i would love for us to have a house, and do nothing but watch movies and wax wistfully poetic over our love for the fairer sex.
one of the greatest human needs, in my opinion, is to be around people who, not get it, but who get you as well.
i have been sincerely blessed by the gods to have such good friends who get me.
but at the same time, equally cursed by living so far away.
so laura, paul, binx, rushing, professer rhoades, bouty, and everyone else, you are missed.
tonight as i sit on my secret downtown rooftop, scribbling poetry and contemplating all kinds of absurdity, i will think of you.
i will dedicate my spit to you as it lands on the heads of unexpecting pedestrians.
7:56 p.m. - 2004-07-14
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