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A bug met its end within my mouth; my hand was compelled to swat; the bike was moving fast; pebbles had made their homes upon the road; the brakes were halfway down.
We fell sideways and slid across the ground (bound to each other until the end). The bar end on the left is very sad now, but all else is well save for minor scratches of skin and paint. Rubbing alcohol and allen wrenches fixed all that ailed us.
September 26 2006, 04:43:28 UTC 5 years ago
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September 26 2006, 18:37:03 UTC 5 years ago
Today I walked to class. I was thinking about replacing my 11 inch shoes, but the shoe shop charges a lot for installation. When I walk, I use both of my feet. There was a bug and I shoo'd it away. I continued to walk. Sometimes I walk fast, sometimes I walk slow. If I walk too fast, the rims might fall off my feet. If I walk too slow, I'll fall back down the hill. This is only interesting for people who walk.
Love,
walkingchic85
September 26 2006, 21:39:59 UTC 5 years ago
Isn't it great that this is my journal? Why, I can muse upon the topics of mine own choosing!
Love,
Clinton
September 26 2006, 22:21:10 UTC 5 years ago
September 27 2006, 01:18:41 UTC 5 years ago
Isn't it great that this is an internet journal rather that a regular-type one with the explicit purpose that other people read it? Additionally, don't you love how there's a comments section so that we are free to make fun of it when it's monotonous?
Love,
David
September 27 2006, 05:17:53 UTC 5 years ago
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