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I feel most things so hard it hurts and I guess I like it that way.

But it means random little things like Coach Carter make me want to run out and do something with myself and we're back to square one.

What the hell am I doing with my life? How can I save the inner city basketball team from a life of crime when I can't even get a part in the staged-readings???

Seriously. This is a concern of mine.


The current mood of bratnatch at www.imood.com
FIN. 3:05 a.m., Sunday, Sept. 18, 2005

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