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(9:15 am - 09.15.2002 - bacon scmacon - i feel  ) i almost won the lottery yesterday. after seeing a certain number over and over again, i caved and decided to start playing the daily number. friday's winning number was 611. now, it isn't that hard to figure out which number i'm playing. but fuck, so close, yet so far. blarg. i made chili yesterday. turned out really good. and this morning i made a ranch bacon chicken pasta salad. mmm. that will be good for lunch at work. stupid work! tonite, i went in the back and i started talking to josh. well, after only 2 minutes, ed walks by and tells me to go help someone block. ugggh. if it would have been anyone else back there, talking to josh, ed would have passed right by. but since it was me, he tells me to go do something. fuck that. i work just as hard, or even harder than the other guys that i work with, so it's just bullshit. but whatever. i'm in the mood to make another mix. i might make one for jess. the sent one to heather just 2 days after getting in "i want to make a mix" mode. and i have 4 bubble packages sitting on the table.. waiting to be filled and sent. you know, i fried a whole package of bacon to make that pasta salad, and after awhile, the smell of frying bacon gets nauseating. i'm about to puke, and i never want to smell fried bacon again. ohhhh, jess is home from college for the weekend. too bad i don't know her number!!!! she called last nite (along with everyone else and my mother) but i didn't answer one call. i don't know why. i could have gotten up. it's just that from 6:30pm - 10:00 pm the phone rang constantly. i was about to turn it off, but then i wouldn't have gotten up for work. in the last two days, i've drank 128 ounces of apple juice. i'm freaking always thirsty. ha. i heard the dj do an advertisement on another station that he works for. god, he sounds so gay. it's just funny. good list of nominees for the rock and roll hall of fame this year. it should be voted on by the fans, but whatever. the clash, ac/dc, the police, elvis costello, sex pistols, skynard, etc. whoa. i just noticed i'm writing this entry on 9.15 @ 9:15. small things amuse small minds. how true. now really, i must be going cause the smell of bacon is making me fucking sick. the fire in your eyes keeps me alive-the fire in your eyes keeps me alive-i'm sure in her you'll find-the sanctuary-i'm sure in her you'll find-the sanctuary-and the world and the world-the world turns around-and the world and the world-the world drags me down ~*~liz << - >> if you really loved me, you'd buy me presents | 