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Kick Start My Heart! - May 31, 2004
Take my Breath Away! - May 26, 2004
Um, I'm in the mountains we didn't have april showers and there's certainly now may flowers but there's still a lot of snow. - May 6, 2004

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Kick Start My Heart!
May 31, 2004 3:22 a.m.

Another drunken entry....

I particulairly like drunken entries for several reasons:

1. If the spellings off, it's hardly a reflection of your intelligence, you're just drunk.

2. It doesn't have to make sense. Not like any d-land entries makes sense.

3. It always feels fun to write something online after drinking. It's as though you think you have something interesting and relevant to contribute to the world...however, you do not.

Tonight I went to the B&G. It's the skeezy place for skeezy people in Lake Louise. I haven't been there in quite awhile. It's fun though because you see people you never usually see. The music they play is usually late 70s to late 80s hair metal maddness. That's the reason I love it. It's the only place around that you are guarenteed to hear "On the Cover of the Rolling Stone" and "Kick start my heart" by the Crue back to back. For this I'm thankful.

I walked out of work on Friday. I had had enough and when a manager snapped at me I lost it. He said, "You have to do it! You have to do it!" In such a manner that it seemed that he jumped down my throat. I LOST it! He's always talking like that but on Friday I couldn't take it. Everyone is so proud of me. It's as though I took one for the team. Everyone is saying that they always wanted to do something like that. Leave it to me to freak out. It's awesome though because as of right now it's not even noted in my file. Time will tell if it is ever entered or not.

Time to go, I'm about to pass out and I don't want my roommate to know that I have this page.

Until next time...

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