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Friday, September 20, 2002
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Posted by: Danny at 2:16 AM
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It's so weird. . . I feel like I have all this undirected love in me right now.
And I'd love a single target just to direct it all toward.
Instead, I hit the balcony and hugged myself and laid down. You have no idea how cool the Bay Bridge looks lit up at night.
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Posted by: Danny at 1:30 AM
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Really really good times tonight. Sho, Alex, Jose and me.
A little bit of booze (well, less for me than others), a lotta bit of talking. Rapid bonding of the kind never been seen. Every topic that I know. Really really good times.
The Puuba Packets are all distributed, and I've even been asked to print out more. And incredibly good response. Almost makes me wonder what I could'a done the same back at high school. I've sold (un-forced) five puuba shirts, just today. Holy holy crap!!
And tommorow I go home and see all the guys that I love. Can't wait to see the guys.
It's official: every night should be just like tonight. And it looks like every Thursday night might be.
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Thursday, September 19, 2002
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Posted by: Danny at 12:34 AM
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So, yea. Today was a pretty good day.
I may have missed my favorite nightly band (I'll tell you about them later), but everything else was great.
I might have helped make an invention! Er, kinda.
Writ
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Wednesday, September 18, 2002
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Posted by: Danny at 1:30 AM
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Wanna see a little of the things that I've been making? Here's a little poster I made that hang's on my room's door.
And, finally, I pulled all my dork/weenie courage together and printed out a small Puuba handout. It's four pages long, with three articles. It's going in a stack in the enterance to my building. Leave me a message and I'll be sure to get you one.
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Monday, September 16, 2002
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Posted by: Danny at 3:28 AM
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Wow. With nothing special going on, it seems my entries are getting more abstract and preach.
Whatever works, I guess.
What I write is what I write. . .
Writ
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All the super-magic people love to sign my
Guestbook
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