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We always talk about years down the road. That moment when we finally realize what we have missed. That moment when we run into one another at the grocery store.

I was filming shots around town and saw this beautiful text sprayed across the whole side of a wall. I wonder if it was wrote for us.

Frame the 13th (like friday... but frame... ah fuck it)

I am a workaholic. When I am working I am obviously working. When I am not working I am still working. If this doesn't make sense you're only human, but figure it out. Today was my day off but I found myself at Peggy's house. Who is Peggy you might ask? Peggy is an unsettled customer who bought a brand called a Westinghouse. Wait...

Let me sum up the previous paragraph. Peggy is a fucking idiot and a terrible consumer.

I solved Peggy's problems. On my day off.

Next paragraph.

Tonight I think I met the girl of my dreams. She seemed a little young but age was tough to judge. Needless to say something drew me to her. Maybe she was a little intoxicated, maybe she was just a little bit overwhelming. Maybe I saw a little bit of myself in her that she couldn't see in me yet. None the less I am pretty sure I have fallen for this girl. The only problem is I have no idea who she is... I only met her and talked to her for about 10 minutes. You might be asking yourself "Why are you telling me this?" The truth is I have no idea why I am telling you this but I feel like its time and that you should know I finally found someone that will make me feel even better than I felt with that one girl I dated for those three years. Tonight is October thirty first, two thousand and four.

Take your advice, like what you like.