Saturday, September 29, 2001
3:28 PM
Two words: beer.
Only got four cans, or three now. It's drinking weather. Definately drinking weather. Reminds me of when I was young, sitting around listening to music with a bunch of people I barely knew. Swatting insects and talking crap, agreeing with whatever these girls said because I wanted to fuck them for no reason other than the fact they were female. The good old days.
I used to talk about music a hell of a lot. I was an authority on it. Because I listened to the cool radio station 24 hours a day. I'd wake up in the middle of the night wondering what the fuck the noise was. Usually half pissed.
I never did get to fuck any of those girls.
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