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8.23.2009
Rode the gondola at Pano. With Demi. And some guy with a cool hat.
In greater detail, I was all part of one of their little car-games and I got picked up. For your personal relief, Demi, I felt (in all seriousness) completely content in that car. In that tiny car. A tiny car going 100km on 50km roads. With great music randomly cracking the silence and my hair blowing all over the place. I guess nothing really phases me much anymore. I passively registered any close calls and speed-ups after the fact, so it didn't really matter all that much to me that 50% of his driving was done with his knees.
It was a great 2 hours and Robbie, well, I heartfully approve this relationship you have with him. When I arrived at home, Sarah decided that I smelled awfully different that I usually do. Happy as a dog with two tails.
And now, aside from internally nicknaming him "Oakley", I have the urge to buy 14 different colors of neon and splatter my whole room with it.
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And a toaster.
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