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[this journal is officially not in use anymore. if anyone ever wants to play with !rich, just drop me an email and i'll sign him on. other than that, this journal is DEADITY DEAD. because i don't have the time to update the journals anymore. poooo. i still love my !rich with all my heart--there's just no more storyline and i don't have the time. hope you all have a great night. :)]
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[21 Dec 2005|11:10pm] |
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( And then he told them he was gay. )
Other than this groundbreaking news...Christmastime is easy and calm, and it's weird as hell for me not to see white snow everywhere. I'm getting up early tomorrow to help bake more cookies.
And now I have to go, because Huston is demanding that he get on the computer so he can email his college buddies. Night, everyone. It has been an incredibly long day.
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| Bobby. |
[20 Nov 2005|07:22pm] |
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I found someone shorter than me. So hah.
Shit, I hope neither one kill me over that...
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[17 Nov 2005|08:55pm] |
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He played with a broken finger? And got the game winner?
Such a fuckin' badass. Go Marty.
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[10 Nov 2005|12:38am] |
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[these are rich's thoughts. no one knows this, do you understand me? only you as a handler knows this--your !boy or !girl have no clue. unless rich specifically told your character something in these thoughts, you don't know it, so you can't !fake with it. so just read and fall in love with him, for he's so sweet. and leave me comments, i love those. but only out of character. thanks.]
( I am 4b. )
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| Okay, so. |
[09 Nov 2005|12:51am] |
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Last night was completely insane. So insane, in fact, that I probably shouldn't discuss it here. All I'm saying is thank God for nipple piercings.
I've got a new favorite band. The Killers. Been downloading everything I can get my grubby little hands on. I've liked them before, sure, but goddamn. I suddenly love them.
I'm trying to find new things to say, but I really don't have much. My off-season is going all right. Rehab's doing really good, I'm starting to enjoy it, the strengthening. I like getting stronger. It means I won't get hurt so much (in my mind, at least).
But I'm at that time of year, around my birthday, where I'm melancholy. It happens every year. Last year's birthday was awesome. Amazing. I'm wondering what this year will have in store for me.
I'm also into Dashboard again. I say this now because my playlist is on shuffle. I love shuffle. It's the most genius thing ever invented.
I think I'm still slightly hungover, but not nearly as bad as Bobby and Huston. So. We're going to go eat more Chinese now, seeing how we imported half of China's food supply into our home. Hopefully I can stop Huston from building a log house out of egg rolls.
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[06 Nov 2005|11:21pm] |
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Caiti said I should update, so I decided to.
Absolutely nothing interesting going on in the Harden/Crosby/Street household. Adam and Jason moved out a couple of weeks ago, so it's just us three. Which is a horrible combo, considering that the other two make houses out of candy and I've been playing Warcraft for 13 hours today.
We're lazy bums. But since I had a day off, I took full advantage of it. Rehab sucks and I hate it, but it's a necessary evil if I ever, you know, want to pitch again. So I slave away and revel in my days off, when I can be a sloth and just slug around all day. I don't even think I got up to eat. Huston brought me food.
I've been sitting here so long I think I'm growing roots. Moving would be good. Especially since I have to pee. So I'll do that.
Sorry the update isn't all that long, Caiti. I'll have a better one later, I swear.
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| I've had a shitty month. |
[25 Sep 2005|05:38pm] |
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No clue when I'm coming back, really. Which just...blows. I want to help the fucking team. Fucking four games back in the division with eight more to go, including today's game in a couple of hours. That's...fuck.
I won't be back in eight fucking games, which pisses me off like you wouldn't believe.
Zito told me to try meditating to ease my mind, but I can't. I haven't had an "eased mind" in about two weeks, at the very least. Frustration is taking over and I'm antsy.
I think I need to go relax.
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[21 Sep 2005|11:26am] |
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[I will not be updating for the next few days due to Hurricane Rita. To everyone in its path, stay safe and keep your heads up. To everyone not, pray for those that are. Thanks.]
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[11 May 2005|10:30pm] |
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Kerry Lee Wood, quit disabling your fucking comments, it's pissing me off.
Off day tomorrow. I've got a plan to cheer someone up. >.>
I wouldn't have to if he would quit DISABLING HIS FUCKING COMMENTS.
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| Man. |
[03 May 2005|11:30pm] |
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My first complete game ever, in my career, and it's a loss. That really sucks, eh? I think it does.
Another loss tonight, too. Man, Texas is so frustrating. So many young, good hitters. Tough.
Okay, so many young, hot hitters. Raise your hand if you think Alfonso Soriano is hot. I'm raising both, plus my feet. Yeah.
Off to eat a late dinner with John. More later.
P.S.: Kerry, darling, chin up. You are going to be fine and you know it, babe.
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| Mmm. |
[24 Apr 2005|03:43pm] |
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Eight strikeouts in five innings.
Kerry Wood, marry me. Those K's were beautiful.
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[21 Apr 2005|07:06am] |
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Okay, so I'm up at seven whyyyy? Oh, that's right.
Because, for some random, weird reason, Nick Swisher barged in and said, "Hey, wanna go get Starbucks?" And I said, "Hey, how about letting me sleep, eh?" And he freaked out and started laughing his ass off and called me a Canuck...and then he just left. Now it's totally dead silent in the room.
Nick, were you sleepwalking? Because really, that was just ridiculous.
So now I'm up, because Nick Swisher is a fucktard. Anyway.
One-run losses suck, and I don't want to talk about it.
But I'm starting tonight, and that means that hopefully we'll win. I've been doing pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. Feeling more confident than ever. I can't even really explain it. Everything's just working right. It's a very cool feeling.
So I think what I'll do is talk to Kerry today, because I miss Kerry a whole lot, and I think he needs some cheering up. Tex, you know I love you. Just relax. Absorb the good vibes, babe.
I miss John too. But it's okay, I'll (hopefully) see him again soon. :)
And I think I'm going to go wake Bobby up simply because I'm up myself and I'm bored, and that X-Box is looking really fun right about now...
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[16 Apr 2005|02:01pm] |
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Okay, so ask me five questions, since everyone's doing it, and I'll answer honestly. *g*
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[15 Apr 2005|05:41pm] |
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I can't really say it the way Johnny said it, but what he said pretty much sums it up.
This is seriously the happiest I've been in a long time. I can't believe I could...I mean...
( One long incredibly dumb thing )
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