Combinations of 3's work. Bruce Bowen got a taste. Give me some. I realize we are out of the playoffs. San Antonio had a lapse in our house. I'm stoked on the win. KISS ALIVE '76 is something I chose earlier in the day, as I sold falafels on the street. Just all came out to work out. I wake up and work. A game keeps me going. Today was Sunday. Make of it what you will. Give me a freakin' PBR. Ray Allen whupped his nemesis, Bruce Bowen. 33 points. Last seconds. I'm out on a Sunday workin'...why? None of my schools is in....cept the one that offered me some in tennis...and is in the final 4...UCLA Cool. Back to the NBA. HA Ha...we beat the best. I knew today we would win. The Sonics that is. I'll check in later. Ray Allen...oh...a little Luke. I have to work tomorrow on a planned day off. Take the weather...roll into spring. And fuck everybody else.
Monday, March 27, 2006
KISS ALIVE
Combinations of 3's work. Bruce Bowen got a taste. Give me some. I realize we are out of the playoffs. San Antonio had a lapse in our house. I'm stoked on the win. KISS ALIVE '76 is something I chose earlier in the day, as I sold falafels on the street. Just all came out to work out. I wake up and work. A game keeps me going. Today was Sunday. Make of it what you will. Give me a freakin' PBR. Ray Allen whupped his nemesis, Bruce Bowen. 33 points. Last seconds. I'm out on a Sunday workin'...why? None of my schools is in....cept the one that offered me some in tennis...and is in the final 4...UCLA Cool. Back to the NBA. HA Ha...we beat the best. I knew today we would win. The Sonics that is. I'll check in later. Ray Allen...oh...a little Luke. I have to work tomorrow on a planned day off. Take the weather...roll into spring. And fuck everybody else.
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