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4 years ago (8/09/05) |
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Total time online:
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45% Cool
22% Funny
19% Ditto
9% Zing!
2% Lame
0% Flamebait
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100% Funny
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Rufus4111 
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21 year-old male from Fort Myer, VA
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Talkin' To Strangers Waitin' In Line
Here I sit waitin' for my family to sleep 'cause ya know what they say...When the cat is away, the mice come out to play. When they do I'm headin' to a hotel party in town. If there is nothin' to smoke or drink there, I'm just gonna get fucked with by stoners and alcoholics 'til I can't take it anymore. I wouldn't be surprised, if that was the case 'cause it did start three hours ago. I woulda went earlier, but I had to work.
Tomorrow I gotta call up my CO to tell him I can't make it to the Commander's Cup tournament tomorrow afternoon. I already found someone to cover my shift tomorrow. I'm headin' to Topeka to see my newest cousin for the first time. My aunt and uncle adopted a new born, and I can't wait to see it. I love babies. I think I got it from my papa.
Anyhow, I realized that I was just 'bout to go on talkin' 'bout liquids, powders, and pills, but it's right next to a picture of me in uniform so I won't. Well, I'm gonna sit here and drink my unspiked coke 'til I can go change that. This is the end of my first, and quite possibly last, journal. There ya go, Rocketcat.
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