I went to the hospital to day to visit my friend who has cancer. I helped her pick out her meals for the day from the hospital menu. Look here, hospital people: just because she's losing her hair doesn't mean she's losing her taste buds too. Make some good freaking food, for god's sake!

I didn't make this shit up...
From the California City website:
"2000 - It's going to be a great 21st Century for the City of California City.
McDonald's opens next door to Rite-Aid. "
This city is the shit. Maybe next they'll have flying cars. And maybe monkeys will fly out of my butt.

I'm not feeling entirely like myself. Maybe I've been replaced by an alien.

She's married. Shit. Looks like I gotta gas up the car...

I swear to god, if she's married, I'm just going to give up. Just give the fuck up. I swear, I'm driving up to San Francisco and jumping off that goddamn bridge.

I am feeling quite unnerved that we may never know who let the dogs out.

Ok, my archives aren't archiving right, so here's some help...
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October 2002
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Am I a geek or what?

I have yet to find a woman worthy of me burning a mix CD for her. But when that happens, man, just watch out!