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[16 May 2009|05:38pm] |
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I'm not really digging this time of year. First day of buck season is always a cruddy day, seeing all those trigger happy hippies toting rifles. Not to mention, the whole neon orange jackets give me a headache. What normal person wears something that bright?
For some reason I really can't fathom... yeah, I just can't stand that. Not the orange. The hunting. It gives me the creeps. Intensely. It's been something that has bothered me my entire life. Maybe it was just some movie I saw as a kid, I don't know.
On a more pleasant note, I met someone the other day. It wasn't the smoothest of meetings. I dropped a coke right down her blouse. That was interesting. She still gave me her number. Something tells me she might be just as bad, though. She did a face plant as she was leaving.
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