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12-31-'99: 12:03am

well well well my week has been full of busy fun and stuff. right now I sit on taco's futon or at least...the "matress" part which is on the floor because the wood part is busted again. there's barely room for me, taco, linz, and joey. but joey doesn't really take up much space, being that he's a dog and all. err.....

so it's the last day of the millenium...and no, don't try telling me that 2001 is "really" the new millenium, because as moulder said..."no one likes a math nerd." 2000 is a nice, pretty, round, even number. it's kinda weird, though....they closed the seattle centre for saftey so no one can blow up the space needle or anything...I dunno...maybe at 9 or 10pm I'll call over to the eastern time zone and ask if the worldsended yet or anything. just to be safe.

taco and I talked and talked last night about stuf...well, actually, I just talked and she "processed" and it was like...the same stuff we usually talk aboutand stuff but like...we always end up talking about it because it stimulates thought process or something corny like that. like...'96 and people's personalities and stuff.

I'm not very interesting right now, nor am I very motivated to write. my handwriting is super bad [fortunately you don't have to suffer trying to decipher it]. I think I'll go watch a movie with taco and stuff. chow.

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