October 25th, 2003

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"I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, I'll skin your ass raw. And if my day keeps going this way I just might break your fucking face tonight..."

I love Fred Durst. Fred is my Jesus.

I'd be in a relatively good mood today, but it is not possible when others I love are hurting. That's all going to change soon enough, I suspect. Love wins out in the end.

So.

I plan on going over to Renea's tonight and helping wherever I'm needed. Any of you who are able should also.

Don't forget to set your clocks back an hour before you go to bed tonight, especially if you have to work tomorrow.

And in the odd event that you're reading this Dianne, motherfuck you. I hope you slide under a moving 18 wheeler and taste your own blood.