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Monday, June 06, 2005

 

Coming Home

That's right I am coming home, do da do da.

My doctor told me to drink plenty of fluids since I am not feeling well. Since Beer is a liquid, it takes the shape of its container. I felt I was justified in drinking said amber liquid.

Somehow I don't think beer is what Doctor Young had in mind.

I made money at the casnio! it was smoke free as well!

I am now making money off the RMC kids via Texas hold em. Only 10 dollars so far, hopefully more as time goes on.

Have to go pack and such. Love you all, see you soon.

Comments:
Ahem. I am working tomorrow nite. Until some ungodly hour. You will come see me, yes? And then you shall be at breakfast, no? Are you wearing your fancy uniform to convocation? I found myself a hot little black strapless number. And stilettos. Only about 3 inches, nothing too exciting. Hope I don't trip and fall out of my dress. That would be embarassing....

I'm so dorkilously happy about actually graduating. And seeing my Jay again. My Jay in a totally platonic, hairy girl, are you sure you're not gay friend way; not Carol's Jay kind of way. Ah well, someone's gotta love you, right?
 
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