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2003-06-15
1:18 p.m.
It�s father�s day. I just got back from the drug store to peruse the picked over card section. It was crowded and desperate. I don�t believe (whatever that means) in the whole greeting card exchange aspect of holidays but I participate because I think it signifies something to my family. Something like I still have one foot in mainstream culture. I recognize that the greeting card is a standardized acknowledgement. It�s foolproof really so I should be grateful for these hallmark holidays. Hard to mess up. I ended up getting my dad a card with the Rock on it. The professional wrestler The Rock. He isn�t a fan or anything but the selection was slim and I can�t get those cards with earthtone watercolor paintings of fishing tackle baskets and long �A Father Is..� poems. My dad doesn�t like that stuff either. A woman standing next to me would huff every time she read one of the touchy feely cards and then she would cram it in back into anyol slot. I think she was upset about her father. She should have just got him a snoopy one instead of trying to let the greeting card tell her father how she feels. If I were to tell my father how I feel this fine afternoon I would tell him I feel a bit hung over thank you very much. I broke my all time post treatment party record and stayed out until 3am last night. I saw some old pals and some spacerock. It was fun. Now I am off to sit outside since it almost actually kinda looks like summertime here. For the first time in idontevenknowwhen. It�s like 80 degrees, dog! huh? - 2004-01-15 resolutions - 2004-01-09 video reason - 2003-12-30 sik - 2003-12-06 voiceless - 2003-11-19
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