Monday, February 10, 2003
Everything got fucked up. I’m supposed to be on my way to Toronto. The airline turned me away at the counter since I didn’t have my birth certificate. “Your papers, please.” I ran around all morning trying to make this happen. My father is sending the papers to me and I hope to be on the way tomorrow.
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Insert bad joke here.
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They've started selecting jurors for the defendants accused of killing Gwen Araujo. It's difficult to believe that this crime occur...
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Lugging home groceries sucks ass. I wish I planned far enough in advance to get the stuff delivered more often.
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