2002-06-03 - 2:41 p.m.

You know what? Fuck it all. Fuck this shit, fuck that shit, fuck everything that moves. Can't I simply have a good day without at least seven different people trying to fuck it up? F U C K Y O U! I'm going to have to play kick it later. I bought a new bat. Maybe someone can want to experience it. I give up on this entry, I am too pissed off to think straight.

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The past is gone - Next song. Next song. Next!

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