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Thursday, February 16, 2012. Spraining my ankle during my workout. Pretty sure its not as dramatic as I am making it out to be, but it swelled up like a cantaloupe and I had to waddle out of the gym with a sad look on my face. Ok, maybe not a cantaloupe, but definitely like an apple. Eating IHOP on V-day with my fiance, and it being one of the best dates we have ever been on. Valentines day is like another.
New addition to the Excuses project. New addition to the Excuses project. Thursday, 19 May 2011. I ave been rather absent. So to those of interest. I have of late been concentrating more on my most regular income however my determination to get back in the swing could be no greater. Tuesday, 4 January 2011. 2010 is gone, and 2011 is here and with all the finance issues things are looking tough. However I have quit smoking, have not had one .
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This is about more than us. And another empty bottle takes a life. And I probably should panic. But every night I die. So maybe its not demons. And its strange to think. And other empty bottle takes a life.
George Bush, Wrong Yet Again. I am a mid-twenties, conservative, Republican, gay man from Upstate New York. Wednesday, 20 June 2007. George Bush, Wrong Yet Again. Is it wrong to take a life to save one life? How about two lives? When does one life become more valuable than others? Apparently, to those on the right, one life is always more important if it is not yet born than the lives of the living. What on earth am I blathering on about? So I ask you, Mr.