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October 31, 2001
.9:04 PM
We didn't buy any halloween candy from the grocery stores this year. I figure there's not a lot of kids that will be going trick or treating at my apartment complex. Besides, if people knock on our door tonight, I'll just ignore them. I'm sorry but I have no candy. Really I don't. Heck, I'm not sure if we even sure we have any food left in the house except for some cereal. That's my breakfast tomorrow. I need to eat tomorrow biatch. You want me to die? (Not literally of course because you can't die by not eating one meal unless you haven't eaten for a week or two)


.8:53 PM
I'm not big on hip hop. But if I were, I'd dress all ghetto and shit and make sure people know it. I'd also brush up on my mad ebonics skillz. I would also steal lines out of songs and try to use them in real everday life. That's the only way to keep it real. Cuz if you don't keep it real, honestly who will?


.3:00 AM
Two and a half months of living in my apartment and I must admit that it was starting to smell funny. Not funny like a clown funny, but strange funny. I mean, sure we clean the place but I think that food and cooking definitely added to the strange smell of the apartment. So I went out to Albertsons today to buy one of those funky Glad Scented Oil things. I was going to go for something less adventurous but it was on bonus buy, so naturally I couldn't refuse. I went home and plugged the bad boy into the socket and left to play tennis. When I returned home an hour later, the apartment smelled fruity. I'm not really sure what the smell is, but Glad has named it hawaiian breeze. I guess it's still better than the mystery smell that we used to have. Ya, I'm a fruit. Eat it.


.2:41 AM
Farewell to the impersonal medium of static home pages. They're too static and stale. Replacing that will be my half assed illogical statements. Let's hope that some of this makes sense.


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