December 23rd, 2002


Slip sliding away...

Counting down... less that 200 days to go... I could just ride the momentum of my six years. I could just let it all slide.

But fuck that. I've got work to do if I want to leave Boston all hot and bothered, and put her away wet as I make my escape to chase dreams. I have to make her never forget I was here, and to constantly think about the one that got away just before she got to make her O face.

There will be no rest. There will be no respite. As my roommate said, "2003 will be the year that we make them beg."

Fear my power. It's coming for you.

::insert awe inspiring LOTR music here::
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