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Sunday, December 31, 2006 Sunday, December 31, 2006

I had a haircut today. It looks pretty much the same except that it's shorter.

Completed one AQ in Starbucks. Drank Peppermint Mocha to keep myself awake. Doodled on the insert. Thought about random stuff instead of putting my concentration on which side I stand about abortion issues. The previous sentence is weird.

Followed the walking rhythm of an elderly man on my way back. 33 years down the road, I might see myself walking that pace. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand...
I shall invent shoes or some discs that can fly at the speed of a torpedo, in my dreams. Roller skates will do.

This had been a mother fucking year for me, hope that it has been well for the rest out there. No resolutions for 07. I'm just gonna go wit the flow yo'.

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