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today is my day off :)

i get two days off this week,

wednesday and sunday...

good times

travis came in last night, my living room reeks of old clothes, pap's blue ribbon, and camels... turkish gold of course. somethings never change i suppose...

hey.. stone... how old are you now?

*smile*... still eighteen trav, still eighteen

babe, you're such a youngster, still... 

man... im getting so old...

travis, you're 22

i know, but i mean... (and you'll learn this as you go along i suppose)... but just so you know up front?  everything you're ever going to know, (that matters anyway) you already know. everything i've learned in the last 4 years of my life... through college, starting a music career, falling in love... i haven't any new material. everything i was once inspired by is still the same... you just have to learn how to adapt, how to manipulate and change the knowledge and passions that you already have... to fit whatever or whoever's situation that you're in. *takes a drag on his cigarette*  you just, you should know that.

mmm... thanks trav

yeah

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no weed in the house - - lolly's rule

probably more for my sake than hers

i woke up this morning to empty beer cans, taco bell remain, and sleeping marg on the couch

i already heard talking of making my pup into an alcoholic

and dominic decided to name him Spitzy Cline

itll be an interesting week for sure

trav says that he came for inspiration

whatever that means...

he doesn't need empty artictic ideas

he needs jesus

kayl, you still straight edge as you used to be?

or.. would you like a beer?

no thanks travis...

im not thirsty

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i'm trying not to worry about the judy situation... there's no reason for me to worry. and really, there's no reason for me to wonder... because regardless of how much mental angst i pour into this, God's goin to "open and close doors" as he sees fit... all i can do is follow his direction... all i can do is what i've been doing for years...  seeking God isn't a foreign concept to me.  

there is a lot that i could write

i don't even know where to start

but it's okay... some things are meant for handwritten journals

some things shouldn't be typed up and submitted to cyberspace

i dont care what generation i'm supposedly in...