muted

s.a.t.

cool day with jennifer.
walked in nature.
took pictures.
ate at a diner.
watched "rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead" (i probably didn't spell that correctly).
came home.
watched "black hawk down" (nice).
drank three beers
and a large milkshake.
i feel kinda ill.

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i wish daisuke would throw the type of curve that i've been thrown down here.

i thought about all the time we spent at the table under the grapes laughing, joking and making fun of each other.

all that shit is dead now.

so fuckin' weird.