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Reason for Personal State of Alert:
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So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

- The Passion of Christ featured a deleted scene where Christ called me out and told me "You're next"

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Morning
2001-10-09 - 2:01 p.m.

I never went back to sleep, I wound up talking to Ashleigh online, and we exchanged conspiracy theories and badnesses that have been growing in our head, due in part to the news, and housemates stances that have been messing with us. She went on a loooong rant about the FBI and how easy it'd be for there to be a mole, or for them to withhold knowledge and know about badness before it happens, or for them to be corrupt and stuff... and somehow, this made me feel a little better, knowing that she had a weird mentality too. Then some other dude online disturbed me (the one who's a semi-co-worker and like(s/d?) me... and I realized I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, and that I should maybe have a McDonald's (or fast food) morning. I mention this to Ashleigh in passing, she offers to go with me, and to pay for me (since I'm pretty dern broke and have no cash... though I had the ATM option)... and so I'm like cool. We arrange to meet, I sign off, and wait outside my house.

I get bored of waiting outside my house, and decide to wait near her door, but without knocking so as to not bother anyone... nothing doing, and it's about 10:00. I walk back home... can't get online cuz Eddie gets a phonecall just as I'm about to leave, and walk back to her door again around 10:10, and leave a message that I was going to do my own thing.

This has to wait, unfortunately. Nothing too horrific or major, I just wanted to capture it. Part II next post.

 

 

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...


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