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8/07/2004 - "So how 'bout them Cowboys?"
"They suck." "Yeah, but how 'bout 'em?" Heh. Anyway. I carry around a little black book. It's not a "Little Black Book", as in list of girlfriends, but simply a small, dark-covered notebook. I keep important stuff in there, like assorted movie notes, and a mini to-do list (which recently gained a new definition. More on that in a minute). Songs to LEGITIMATLEY OBTAIN. Things I should say when i'm feeling nervous. I just now put my LBB on the computer, so all that stuff is here. And much neater in orginization, by the by. Dunno why i'm telling you all this, but goddammit, I am. So there. Ah, fuck, I just burnt my finger. This light gets fucking hot. In my opinion, Futurama was really a better show than The Simpsons. It's funnier, and there's a lot more than just bad puns and gags. Ever see the episode where Fry gets the Robot Devil's hands? Or the one with Seymour the dog? I damn near cried at the end of that one. That's another thing, I must be going soft. I cry more than I should now. And not even over anything important. Thing is, I like being depressed. People know to stay away from me at that point, so it gives me time to do shit, like mow the lawn. ...That sounded really fucked up, huh? Anyway. I ate too much today, and i'm really feeling it now. Not good news for tomorrow, I guess. But at least it was worth it: That was some good-ass pizza. Anyone in the Toledo area should head down to Spring Meadows and eat at the pizza place right by Firestone. Starts with an M. I don't remember the name, but it's great. Maybe it was Mezzinos? EDIT'D: Drove by today and saw that it was "Mancino's". Go there. They hit me with a truck //Greg::11:28 PM EST\ # | |
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