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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    Cause you know sometimes words have no meaning :: Tuesday, December 30, 2003 ::

    Let today be known as the day of the archive...or something to that effect. Yes, I have found a way to post my old archives (At least the posts dating back to July) and so today will be devoted to getting them back up to make this blog feel a little more...like the old blog. I seriously don't like it right now.

    Yesterday...heh heh heh. I "hung out" with Andrew and...*sigh*...yes, Landon. I got to be Landon's personal driver, driving him around Matthews. But, in the end, it was worth it because I got to slam on brakes, almost rear end a car to scare him, tried to run him over as we were pulling in his driveway, went over speed bumps as fast as possible. But, Landon, seriously. Get smart. Fast. It was so funny when he dragged us through Target looking for...and I kid you not...a TOY. And he wanted a Transformer. And this kid who couldn't have been more than eight told him where to go to find it. And then, in Dairy Queen, he was trying to order something but was screwing it up (Typical) and the cashier gave him the same look Andrew and I give him constantly.

    But I had fun. I haven't been able to torture Landon in a long time. Oh, I've never been thankful for the fact I don't have a CD player in my car until Landon tried to run into his house to grab some CDs (With Andrew screaming at him that I didn't have a CD player) to play in my car. Even if I had a CD Player, I would have flat out refused. I want that car to stay pure as long as possible, and that means no rap or Britney Spears. EVER.

    And the rest of my day was quite nice. Really, really good, you might say. I've never had that much fun sitting in a Best Buy parking lot.

    My life is fucking awesome. Don't ever let me say otherwise.

    Current Mood: Rested and happy
    Current Music: Anuna - The Last Rose

    :: Nick Tuesday, December 30, 2003 [+] ::
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