Summer 2001 is almost here.  Time is flying.  22 years in to what I know as life, I wish I had 48 hours in every day.  Then I'd have time to actually get in shape, learn all kinds of shit more about computers, and maybe even work up the nerve to call her.

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The Other Months

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