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what can brown do for you?
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Monday, July 07, 2003
aught. mondays. woke up at 7. got up, looked out the window and saw the wind stripping the leaves from the trees. mmm, fuck swim practice. woke up again at noon. sat around and entertained myself with hours of vegging at the computer. went to robert's and vegged out on his computer for a couple hours. i dont really know why i went over there, but my sole purpose seemed to be helping him fill up his computer with oldies he didnt already have. he wanted 30, i had him at 50 when i left. im sure he is at this moment deleting all the elton john and dean martin i left him. listened to Mr. Sandman 4 times in a row, switched it to Enter Sandman when berto started bitching. ah, how i enjoy ancient italian tunes. can you really ever get enough of Papa Loves Mambo. i thought not. well, my fasha got laid off. i give that two hefty thumbs down. not because "oh god, who's going to bring home the bacon?" but more of fuck, he's loving this too much. now i dont wake up to chore lists, but him sitting on the couch with a cocky grin on his face. he wants to go to the beach every goddamn day. i always say no, and he always threatens to go by himself. christ, man, GO. send the sandpipers my salutations.
9:12 PM
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