| Die, trimmer boys. |
[May. 31st, 2001|09:29 am]
Brad Fitzpatrick
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Those two gardener boys that trim our neighbor's bushes are back. I swear these are the two fuckers that stole our bikes. I can see the guiltiness in their eyes. I want to go tell them I'm new to the neighborhood and ask if they know of any good bike stores. Then when I see them smile or give me any shit, I'll beat the crap out of them.
I'm off to school shortly here, but without my bike my motivation is incredibly low.... I hate walking on the Ave, across campus, and way down to Fisheries a frickin' mile away. Without my bike I'm 5 minutes late all the time now.
And it's such a nice day, I could be riding to class along the trail. Oh, but no. Stupid gardener boys.
GAAAAARRRRRRRRRH.
Today I get to read all day again. I did just about get my 10 hours of reading in yesterday. I read so slow, though.
I hate school. 2 more days, then 4 finals that will totally kick my ass. |
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