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Wednesday, November 2, 2005


   wow 716 visits
#1415 out of some 38,000 sites
yay for me
well 1414 people beat me
but o well
hmm
painted the front of my house today
it was boring
ooo theres something in my wall
literally
like a squirrel or something
but it scurrys around
freaks me out
bleh
so yea
ive got stuff to do
so here ya go

I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.

If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don't think I'd call it Trampo-Land, because you might think it was a store for tramps, which is not the impression we are trying to convey with our store. On the other hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing, or testing the trampolines, unless a tramp's gyrations seemed to be getting out of control.

and now gooday

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