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:: Monday, August 18, 2003 ::
Hare Today...
So, for those keeping tabs on me through this particular corner of the interweb, I'm afraid I don't have time to post about my week's visit of Jenny in Boston (or about tonight, for that matter, which was a very nice night indeed), though I'm somewhat cell-accessible, and bound to have interweb access somewhere along this coast within the relevant portions of Below the Mason Dixon Line. I'm on my way to drop the brother off in Florida, and we're traveling by car (an SUV, actually, to the quiet regret of my environmental conscience), so there's bound to be no shortage of downtime to read my books, and wish I had a CD player handy. Fuck you, Rio. Fuck you with renewed vigor. I hope to be back Wednesday night.
I miss You a great deal, and keep wondering why I left...hope the teeth come out okay (har har), and don't hesitate to call...
I Love You.
:: Aziz 1:22 AM [+] ::
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