July 27th, 2001

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i swear, people really, truly, make me itch sometimes. a lot. this is why i end up with a lot of people that i'm friendly with, lots of people that i'll call friends and enjoy spending time around, but... not nearly as many people that i can always be around, that i look for if i'm in a bad mood, that i'd call to bail me out of jail or that i'd cheerfully bail out (i'll bail out anyone, but being cheerful about it is something else.)

anyhow. this rant brought to you by the letters T and Y and the number 3.

we're off to Canada today. should be fun, eh?