disorganization at its finest
Um, I guess we're meeting tomorrow. I don't even know anymore. All I do know is that I really want to get drunk, but there's this bastard whore thesis that ain't gonna write itself.
Tuesday, 7 November 2006. At like 3:30 or so. Big table in the upper, lower union...westside, thing. Be there. Try to bring something so that I may laugh at its foolishness, yet offer up nothing on my part.
Tuesday, 7 November 2006. At like 3:30 or so. Big table in the upper, lower union...westside, thing. Be there. Try to bring something so that I may laugh at its foolishness, yet offer up nothing on my part.
posted by stephen at
7:33 PM
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And I even emailed the Grubbs. He may or may not show.
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stephen, at 11/06/2006 07:39:00 PM
ain't that the truf.
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Froyd, at 11/07/2006 09:58:00 AM
Okay, dammit. I know that afterdissing Grubbsy for not showing, this is going ot sound bad, but I won't be at the meeting today.
An incident has come up off campus that requires my direct, rigorous attention. The fate of millions is in my hands!
Not really, just an appointment.
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stephen, at 11/07/2006 11:09:00 AM
bwahahaha! that's awesome.
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Froyd, at 11/07/2006 10:39:00 PM
ioI hate you all, I was hanging out at the table all alone like hte loser I am... and I was so prepaired and stuff to. :P
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K.T. Ace, at 11/09/2006 09:45:00 AM
Hey. Don't hate me. I'm in California!
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Froyd, at 11/09/2006 11:00:00 AM
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