August 18, 2003

-Taco/No Taco

So after visiting the oh so posh Cook's Collision of Claremont, I have realized that Taco might not recover. This is a rather tough blow. I mean ... this means I might have a get another car. I am expecting to pay my own car insurance of 4k per year now. Time to get to work.

-Good bye Ruby Dooby

And I miss that little dog. Named Ruby. After returning home for a day, my mum says Ruby doesn't listen to her anymore. Ruby just mopes around and pines for ... Berkeley. Yes, she sits and sighs on her little lambswool cushion; she misses you. And her seven boyfriends. That includes you.


Sigh. I am going to clean up a little of this studio that I brought back from Wurster and dumped into my room, (hopefully I won't get any Wurster cooties) ... then dream of picking peaches, spinning down a hill doing cartwheels, and jumping on a trampoline ... climbing a white picket fence to feed the ponies.



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