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    I can't type

    Wave 520

    Monday

    The 8th of November, 2004 at 05:24 PM

    I can't type.... this.

    You know. crap.

    *sighs* yes, as stated earlier today. a great start to the week.

    ummm. im not a whiner. ok. no.

    you all know when i said...

    Jckirby82 (11:15:10 PM): there can be no failure if there is no commitment
    Jckirby82 (11:15:36 PM): like i said earlier
    Jckirby82 (11:15:58 PM): somethings are meant to be. some aren't. but if you never try, you will never be happy with yourself

    sometimes i wonder. i spend so much time preaching. and don't even practice it. sometimes i do... sometimes i dont. and sometimes something so great passes by... and you always wonder why. why did i let it pass. so everything you can find here is great advice. just don't live life two steps behind behind like me. im a bad example.

    i dont know where this is going. i guess justin updated my page. i dont even care how it looks anymore. its a survey on what my new domain should be. those four names i came up with above.. the other two below were justins... whatever the case... i couldn't come up with anything bright. sunny. just dark, murky, and gross. so feel free to send suggestions.

    until then i dont know where anything is really going anymore. my life has done one of those crazy snowboarder tricks off a jump across the grand canyon. and all im doing is describing my fall.

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