September 4th, 2001

Oh, I could not sleep at all.  Just hearing Chris breathe on the other side of the room makes my heart race.  I decided to get up and just do some coding.  And here I am updating my journal.  Oh, I hope I don't disrupt his beauty sleep.  He's such a beauty within a beauty.

Well, Dan and Meech are blasting their music again, so they are much louder than me.  Those mofos can be fuckers at times.  Oh, at least they are blasting good music, and not that girlie stuff that An plays.  He's a fucker too.  You know, all the people who live in this house are a bunch of mofos;  I think I should take it over one of these days.  Well, there's the exception of Evan Chan; he's a nice guy.  But Chris is the hombre of my dreams.  Evan wouldn't be a bad match with me, but since he's asian, I know who has a bigger endowment.

Going to try counting sheep in binary,
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