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July 9th, 2002Going with my parents to eat Mexicans.
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Read the rest of this entry »Either this sour candy is going straight to my head, or someone is eating baby food here.
Read the rest of this entry »I'm in the same spot.
I am hungry. Very hungry. And food keeps my mind off of things, which isn't good, but it's better, I guess.
But I have nothing to eat here. Which means I have to go somewhere. Which means I have to drive. And driving is a trigger. Like coffee, and rock and roll, [...]