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:: Thursday, May 29, 2003 ::
It seems that every time I bitch about something on my blog, it gets fixed...
So why don't I have a million dollars? It's stupid and annoys me. I need a million dollars! :P
(I seriously doubt that's going to work >_> <_<)
:: Dain 3:28 PM [+] ::
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:: Tuesday, May 27, 2003 ::
Huzzah... it's nearing the end of the month, and you know what that means!
That's right, it's time for Cogeco to fuck with my cable connection! I don't know why the hell we're paying them for this piece of shit connection.
Anyway, if anyone needs to get in touch with me, I'd suggest phoning, as I don't know how long I'll be able to be online.
:: Dain 3:03 PM [+] ::
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:: Monday, May 26, 2003 ::
Well, got that whole mess sorted out with Teagz. Too bad we were out of milk today... had to drink the last of my Rolo-flavored coffee.
But oh well, I woke up in a mostly good mood, and upon getting that thing sorted out, I'm in a much better mood. Now, I just need to check if I can edit the damn blog template now.. 'cause it was royally screwed up yesterday.
Update: Huzzah, they fixed the template problem.
Update 2: Well, they fixed ONE template problem. I still can't CHANGE the template.
:: Dain 1:04 PM [+] ::
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:: Sunday, May 25, 2003 ::
Apparently, according to Eric, Teagan's next door neighbour, Teagan gave all my magic cards to her boyfriend.
As a result, I've sent an e-mail to Teagan asking her to tell me the truth.
:: Dain 7:46 PM [+] ::
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I'm so bland o_O.
And now, a poem I wrote like.. 4-5 weeks ago while staring out my bedroom window at the moon. You could say inspiration just sorta struck me.
A Quintet on the Half Moon
The duality of the half moon
Two opoosing sides,
Light and Dark,
Combine to form one distinct object.
Two forces, entirely opposite,
Forming one object,
Alone in the sky,
On this cloudy night.
Two distinct feelings,
One of despair, on of
Hope,
Emanate from this lonely moon.
Two polar opposites
Which wax and wane through
Each lonely night,
Yet remain equally balanced.
This one lonely satellite,
Revolving around this
Crowded blue planet,
Isolated from it all.
And I tried to change them things over there on the left, but I couldn't because Blogger is fucking up. Joy!
:: Dain 10:01 AM [+] ::
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