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Saturday, February 4, 2006

And so the story goes that the man was kicked and fell to the ground.  It hurt..

Every saturday I play raquetball with my old man.  It’s quite fun.  We only go for about an hour to the BSU Rec Center, mostly since I have to be to work at 10 and the Rec doesn’t open till 8 anywho..  Anyway, it’s a blast.  Get some exersice and spend some time with my dad.  Today my little bro came with.  First time he’s come, but it was cool.  It was just nice to have him there as well..  Even though my family lives down the road from me and mine, I don’t see them as much as I wish I could sometimes.  It’s kinda weird cause I didn’t used to care, or atleast I don’t think I did..  I always figured I’d be alright even without my parents right there.  Being raised an army brat tends to make you more independant I think.  You think you’re invicible and nothing and no one can hurt you..  It’s not true, but you think it.

I remember pulling away from everything and everyone cause I knew what would happen with every move..  And ask anyone I know, I’m the worst letter writer ever, hell, I barely talk to me bestest friend in the whole wide world, not because I don’t like him, but because I’m to much of an ass to pick up the phone or write him a damn email..  Don’t know if I’ll ever get better at that, but I want to.  I write my brother in Brazil every week, except 1, I got so bogged down I completely spaced writing him..  Felt like an ass when I got his next email, but he still loves me raspberry I hope anyway :|

Good bye to the Crown

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My borg designation is 2 of 7. My parents raised me LDS, but I'm atheist. My wife loves me, my kids think about it. My dog thinks I abandoned her and sleeps on the couch.


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