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About May 2nd, 2008

I love impossible days 12:08 pm
Thursday morning
I woke up and went to pay off a fine. I forgot how profane i could be to the DMV.
After that I came home figuring i would take a nap but that didnt work. Steven gave me a call and asked me if i wanted to go out to lunch with him, i said why not. He came by and grabbed me and we went out for fried chicken and seafood. Not a bad lunch.

After that I came home again and my girl wanted to come visit me. We had incredible sex and for the first time in weeks i actually felt like there was hope for us after all. She couldnt stay long so i tried to make the most of our time.

At about five thirty i was picked up again only this time it was to go fishing. We drove out past north raleigh to falls lake, on the way there we stopped for beer at this random gas station in the middle of nowhere. I was surprised to see the place so packed and even strange it seemed that most of the people there were holding wine glasses and drinking. Apparently there was a wine tasting event going on in the middle of the gas station, i didnt get it but i didnt hesitate to hop in line. So after that was over we went out to fish. Spent a few hours casting and not catching a damn thing, a nibble or two here and there but nothing to show for the effort. It was sad because i had a craving for fried catfish. Anyways it started getting dark so we took off to grab some grub and hit the club.

Now I got pretty smashed at the club but i do remember a few oddities, for one i dont think i have been hit on that much in a single night in a long time. Anyways I managed to take a bunch of shots with the camera (and my face) so here they are.

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This is the man who taught me the game of paranoia about ten years ago. Very old friend, i cal him grandma.

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Always nice to see lilly, she is one of those people who brightens my day.

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I think im gone in this one.

Oh, one more thing, somehow when i came home i was holding new pants in my size but i dont have a clue as to how they came into my possession. Pants fairy's must have materialized them and delivered them to me in my drunken state.

Gotta love random pants.
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