It finaly happend. The Coasta Rican job is secured. My ever-widening can and I will be basking in tax-free, tropical bliss with only one care in this world: "Uno mas cervaza, por favor."

Adios Amigos

in need of more exercise.

my rent's due tomorrow, so i decided to roll my ass up to office and put it in the night drop slot. this means rolling up one block on a pretty steep incline, over one block on a slight grade, and then up one last block on another fairly steep hill. i made it all right, but i was weezin' by the time i got there.

i'm sure that trip would be quite impossible for those sorabjites who only use their arms to drive, type, and masturbate; but you'd think i'd be used to it by now.

adios, bill.

it's costa and cerveza

pinche gringo.

wishing you would smile into my eyes and not just into my mind.

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gearing up for the field. We leave at noon for Appalachia.

hoping that I won't get in trouble at work since I was denied access to a part of Sarah's website (syrup.org) because the material was "adult."

It was the Drive-by page, sarah. Anything scandalous about that?

wishing I was rolling around in today's Big Picture.

It's like pure beaming sunshine.

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hot

very hot

way too hot

and not in a good way.

hot


in a good way

smoking.

somebody keyd my car last night at the subway station. Good thing i don't give a shit about my car. It runs, so it's fine. Fuckit. It's just a damn car.

Ringing the police because someone has just keyed my car

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drunk.

Come and pick me up, honey. I'm so tired of being alone.

Please show me the way home.

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filthy. Back in from Appalachia. Had a good time. Haven't found much yet. We had to chase cows off the site twice, though. Cows are pretty damn funny critters.