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All the shit I did.... [Mar. 1st, 2005|11:51 pm]
I’ve never been broke before, but now I am. Here I sit at a computer wondering if my parents might make it; I hope my parents make it. I don’t know what to do, I feel so responsible. Like I put them in the debt there in today. I love you and I don’t know where to go from here. Please help me.
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If your goin to San Francisco, be sure to wear flowers in your hair... [Jan. 31st, 2005|12:09 am]
[mood |excitedHopeful]
[music |If your going to San Francisco]

I guess my life is looking up, I got a much needed job at Papa Johns. And for some reason I think I actually might like making pizza pies.
But, whats really been occupiing my head is that fact that I wish I was growin up in the 60's and 70's. I belong in that era, but I guess I missed it. For some reason in that point in time, on the west coast, the peoples energy was everywhere. For some reason it seemed like whatever the people were doing was right.
These are just thoughts that linger in my brain after it's been washed.

Pizza Technition
Sterling W. Lindquist
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On a more serious note... [Jan. 27th, 2005|02:08 am]
[mood |discontentLost]
[music |Led - Dazed and Confused]

So, here we go again. I have found that I have stuck myself in the depths of nothing and desperatly in need of something. I have, count them, no friends that I would call best friends. I mean I don't have that one guy that I call on sunday night because it feels like it should be a friday and I just need a reality check. I don't have a job. I don't have a family thats proud of me. My girlfriend is mad at me and she might not be right for me. Nicole is becoming an annoying mind flirt, flirting on the edge of non-existant. I have no schooling, my brain is dead. I have nothing to hold onto, not a social life or a job. All I have to say is:

Not poop, but poop yeast taste much better when harvested from a spoon into the mouth.
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Who wants to choose Sterling's Multi-Million Dollar Career? [Jan. 27th, 2005|01:54 am]
[mood |drunkWish I was Drunk]
[music |Pornopopulus]

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<Hi this is Rill Schmilacker here at the stunning house of career needing bacholor, Sterling Lindquist. Now this young man is in a desperate jam requiring just one thing, a job. Now lady's and gent's the spotlight has been turned on you, to give your input on Sterling's future. Now to John Gasman, he'll be filling us in on the details.>

(The Spotlight on you is blinding, so squint)

Gasman: This is how it's goin' down, all of you get to take Sterling's meaningless life and try to give it meaning. If you Suceed you get not just a "Thank You," but also the satisfaction of knowing you helped the mentaly disabled(Could be writtedn of as a charity).

Schmilacker: Alright people, GO!
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I was walking to my bedroom when the cold 'meds' began to take hold... [Jan. 20th, 2005|06:58 pm]
[mood |sicksick]
[music |Beatles - Yellow Submarine]

Hmm, this eerie feeling brings back memories of late night acid trips and earlie morning hangovers. I can't excape this disconnected feeling. It's as though I'm depressed by being lonely, but I'm no where near wanting anybody. I feel conteptly confused by the mindlessness of it all.
Oh well.
It seems my job search is being dampened by the recent sickness, yet tommorow I plan on 'hitting the pavement.' I better wish myself luck. Good Luck self.

Sterling
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The first entry..... Here it goes... [Jan. 16th, 2005|11:22 am]
[mood |cynicalcynical]
[music |Elton John - Tiny Dancer]

So here it sit, my computer blazing cancerous rays at me, and now I’m speechless. Wondering what to say to myself, rather what to say to the world. The concept of a journal is to spill out inner most thoughts and dissect them to make sense to you, but now I have the honor of everyone and their mother reading my inner most thoughts. Oh well, y’all know I wear my heart on my sleeve.
But, here’s and idea that I can rid my mind with. The glove box. Like I’ve been told, there is nothing to keep my blue fingers warm, so, why is it called the glove box? Rather it should be called the “I dunno, put it in their box.” And, that my friends are the words you are to hear from me today.

Kudos,
Sterling
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