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2002-06-06 - 10:17 p.m. i want to fall in love tonight...jimmy eat world i got a box full of letters...wilco hey there, hi there, ho there...i just got back from checking out the mtv movie awards. in a word, ehh. it was okay. just okay. the white stripes, kelly osbourne, paul walker, ewan, and orlando bloom were my favorites. i went to steve's to see it, since he's got a hot box, and his mtv is the east coast feed. so i got to watch the awards at 6, instead of 9. cool. after, matt, and i went to home depot to get my pops a gift certificate, for his bday/fathers day. (they're on the same day). anyhow, we get there around 9:20, or so, and they'd closed at 9 due to inventory. i hate shit like that so much. i'm not a scene maker, but i really can't stand that crap. it seems i've got the worst luck when it comes to that sorta stuff too. so, some other time. i almost went to target just to buy something. actually, i do need some warm up type pants. matt was like, "why didn't you just buy the ones at abercrombie", and i'm like, "dude..because i could buy 3 pairs at target, or 1 pair at a+f". i mean, c'mon man, do the math. also, since we're skirting around the periphery of subject...sorta, i hate going into a+f. hate it. i don't buy anything there anyway. maybe, like a t shirt, every once in awhile. matt buys more than me. jeans, shorts, button down shirts. i buy ftl t shirts, and my jeans are thrift store, or gap. i think i look alot more...stylish. you can't shop at abercrombie and fitch, and look stylish. you can look...trendy, but stylish?...no. i like to dress him up, when he lets me. i think i make him look hot. i'll put him in like these mailman pants i gaffled from this guy i used to...know. they're sorta tight on him, and he looks great in them. then on top of that, maybe like a shirt w/ a skinny tie. oh gosh, what am i rambling on about? i'm bored. matt's in the shower, and i'm waiting for him to come out. i sorta wanna write about brent, and the shit he's been pulling at work, but that would really get me fucking pist, so let's not. it's not major, but it's annoying all the same. whatthefuckever. okay, forget it. goodnight... |
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