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I don't.

So, the old lady decided that she had to do the hot Yoga. So that basically means I'm doing the hot Yoga.

Poor inflexible me. Years of standing behind a bar, teeth clenched in anger, has caused me to have the tightgest joints possible.

Learning French, bartending, lifting weights again, Muay Thai, maybe selling the Triumph when the new KTM comes out.

School is over till next week and I'm still in the Honors program despite a
rather inconvenient paper filimg error.

Next week begins four hours of French class every day until I leave for Paris July 15th. I get on the plane two hours after I finish the final

Yesterday was filled with sleep and no dreaming. Back to San francisco, free from stale air conditioning and fat tourists.

I still can't get over how much Las Vegas is like New Orleans. There were tons of beautiful people but they all had some sort of flaw (limp, cleft lip, scars).

I'm also reminded of why I don't have tattoos. Which is that when I...
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JustflewinfromVegasandboyismysoultired.

Seriously, what a shithole. Mark and Monica's wedding was a blast.

On this pleasant rainy day I will update all my various web speaking enterprises that go neglected so often. I don't know why go so long with adjusting this page. Naked girls every time logging on happens. What sort of fool am I?

Finished a few of the nearly two dozen books I've purchased in the last month. Since discovering the nearly secret Valhalla books...
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Well, I actually got to go to the Faint/Bright Eyes gig. That light show those boys have sure is impressive. As much as I love Bright Eyes, they could have been less boring. The Faint were definately the ass kickers tonight.

Last night was the 1 year anniversary of Shutter. It might be my favorite club night going right now. I went thu all 200...
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The worthless crackheads in this fucking town make me want to kill everyone. This morning I found my sparkplugs broken off for the second time.

What pisses me off the most is that I left one on the ground next to the bike so this wouldn't happen. You know, I really just can't stand drug users. Especially fucking stupid cracker ass punk rock squatters like...
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Last Night's Death Rock Booty Call was a pretty decent affair. There were only about forty people, but everyone seemed to be having fun. The band Lolita was highly enjoyable. The singer/ Guitarist had a good Telecaster based sound and the Organ player was pretty talented.

I took a rare day off work today. I shouldn't have.

Already my fledgling band has lost it's practice...
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Check. Check....

The band rolls along mightily despite a name. Guitar skills being on the ascendent, I feel good about this latest festival of creative droning. Still no permanent Bass player. Still no skilled organ player. Still no problems.

Bartending like a fiend. My hands are rotting off. Seriously. They look like eighty year old man hands. They feel like cinder blocks.