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:: Monday, August 16, 2004 ::
[ the fun never ends. or starts, it would seem ]
So, two days before getting home from Sandy Island, I find out that the fam is taking a trip to Miami (myself included) the day after I get back. This is not my idea of a good time, but oh well. The 18 hours I got to spend at home were somewhat relaxing. I got a haircut, at least. I'm afraid my update on Curiosa and Sandy (and stuff) need wait for a lengthier pause in the casually-whirlwind summer I'm having.
Slow-roasting on a beach with a book and headphones, here I come. Again.
Music: Massive Attack's Blue Lines
:: Aziz 6:38 PM [+] ::
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