Tag: Crash of '97
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My 2003 was the Worst – Thoughts from September 10 to November 5, 2003

September 10, 2003 Help … HELP! … HELP, God Damn it!!! (Future note: This is all I had to say on this day in big, bold letters and I meant it. It’s fairly obvious, but I will let you know these words pretty much sum up my 2003.) September 23, 2003 I CANNOT STAY AWAKE!!!…
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Thoughts from July 1, 2002

Tomorrow it’s birthday number 32. I know, what the hell do you care. No one else seems to care. Some of them act like they care, but they don’t. It’s not in their job descriptions. Why should they care? Patti always pumps me up for my birthday gifts. It’s not that I don’t enjoy my…

