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I wrote so much bad shit in that last journal entry that I've got to type really fast to cover it up. I spent some time on the site, and it completely opened up my mind for the night about different things, so that I feel better and that my fucking lame-ass issues were retarded, you know?

Anyhow, I had a lovely time last night, and I think I fall in love every time that I read something off of this site. It's bizarrely quirky and frustratingly hip.

I gardened a lot, and will do it again soon, I'm sure.

I hurt my foot plaing basketball, which was LAME, but great too. I had a lot of fun, then I played music. I've eaten wll, I've exercised, I've cooked, I've rubbed aloe onto a beautiful girl's back last night as she was naked in bed, AND I read her a Frank L Baum tale from the Magical Monarch of Mo.

Yes my friends, for a few moments, at least, things are looking up.

Still desring hot women brandishing knives,

Ian