07.15.2004
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pre-giggles
I freaking hate lists. hate them hate them hate them. That's not entirely true. my life is one long series of top 5 lists. Here's one: if I was left to fend for myself on a desert Island, I would want the following things: - A bike. I would say my Gary, but knowing what I now know, I'd want a Rocky. Oh, and a full set of tools. I wouldn't want a flat or a fucked chain wrecking my life...
- A pen with a lifetime supply of ink and a whole stack of notebooks.
- A swack of books by the likes of Umberto Eco, Neil Stephenson, maybe a few W. Gibsons, and assorted other authors of note.
- A. Bizzle. To. Bazzle.
- A Caf�.
Anyway, I got a gig to-night, so I'd better go get ready. See y'all.
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One last little note... - 09.21.2006 de-stressing, biking and terrorism - 06.06.2006 Mildly stressed... - 05.29.2006 More crime stupidity - 05.28.2006 Scary stuff - 05.25.2006
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on it is �2000 - 2005 to me, alright ?
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