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Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :)

My complex had a small ceremony this am for 9/11. Planted a few new trees, had some incredible vocalists sing God Bless America, and put up little flags around each new tree. It was quite nice; right outside of my living room window so I could see and listen to it all.

As for the reference made to my mood. Man, I am barely hanging on right now. Too many things preoccupying my life and my brain and too many of them are beyond my control; some that aren't just shouldn't be such preoccupations. I've half a mind to just kick those things to the wayside. I keep telling myself to hold it together, at least until I have the chance to talk to my mom and pops tomorrow. I just have to keep repeating that tantra; more and more often perhaps. If I say it enough, maybe I can pull it off. Only one more day...

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2004-09-11 3:41 PM it really has been three years Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: barely hangin' on Read/Post Comments (2) Share on Facebook	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. :) My complex had a small ceremony this am for 9/11. Planted a few new trees, had some incredible vocalists sing God Bless America, and put up little flags around each new tree. It was quite nice; right outside of my living room window so I could see and listen to it all. As for the reference made to my mood. Man, I am barely hanging on right now. Too many things preoccupying my life and my brain and too many of them are beyond my control; some that aren't just shouldn't be such preoccupations. I've half a mind to just kick those things to the wayside. I keep telling myself to hold it together, at least until I have the chance to talk to my mom and pops tomorrow. I just have to keep repeating that tantra; more and more often perhaps. If I say it enough, maybe I can pull it off. Only one more day... Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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