Cover Your Load

Friday 16; April, 1999

I don’t have a quote for here. Yes, AGAIN. I spent all day yesterday with only my mother. Are you at all suprised that nothing of note got said?my
Godbless Frontpad. This is so much cooler than writing in notepad.

I like being able to see what I write, and just pushing “enter” instead of


. Although I guess knowing a little html trickery would come in useful from time to time. Anyways.

Momma is painting my room Resolution Blue right now and it looks really cool. Y’all can come over if you like and see it.

Ummmm what else? Oh yeah, it was SO lovely when Si came home last night, cos Momma and I arrived to an empty house which sucked. But Si and I had biiiiiiiig hugs and I played with his hair and it was all good. Then when Clayt got home real late I gave him hugs too. Oh, and I said “hi” to Leyton. hahahaha. He didn’t see the other lads get hugs, so I guess it’s not so bad.

Oh man, I was expecting Shirley to call me last night, so when the phone rang I picked it up going “Hey Babe” and I got this major pause and then “Good Evening – I’m Justin – is Leyton there please?” I regained face going “Sure thing, honey”.

I suck. Oh well.

OOOOOOOOOh highlight for the week? Driving for half an hour yesterday stuck behind a truck piled up with dead cows. I kid you not. Legs stucks in the air and all.

Cover your load, for god’s sakes! I tried to take a picture because I was morbidly fascinated, but I was out of film.

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