June 17th, 2002


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there are few things i despise more than writing a kiss-ass letter to someone who has some kind of power over me; especially when it's some backwater judge in a podunk city like los banos. however, the fucker's holding my license over my head, so pucker up i must.

apparently i'm not the only person who wants to get in touch with EDD today. well, their phones are live till 6- vengeance will be mine, and i think i'll greatly enjoy proving to myself that in our world of corporate entities as the new iteration of feudalism, overthrow is still possible.

so, on to entrepreneurship.
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