2001-06-06 :: 9:56 a.m.

Webmail is not cooperating with me today and I can't get my email from work now. This seriously puts a damper on the rest of my day.

After our bellies got bloated with "fucking pudding," we saw Shrek last night, even though he'd seen it twice already, and it was really gorgeous. Every little detail in that movie was so perfect. Grass swaying, sun setting, the whole thing.

Backyard smoking and conversation. This is what it's supposed to feel like.

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