Totally sick Thursday, Sept. 30, 2004 My nose is starting to run yet again. One more job rejection. The payphone at the Golden Pantry totally takes 75 cents for only 3 minutes to Atlanta. Disgusting. We hauled stuff from Chelsea's grandmother's backyard/super woods. Now I wield both a rusty hatchet and a rusty machete. There's a Namco racing arcade machine of some type back there too covered in blue tarp. Chelsea got a chicken lamp. Last night, we heard the Clarke Central marching band play I Would Die 4 U. I put a animal paw print in wet cement. |
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