you spin me right round baby right round.

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Wednesday, June 06, 2007 9:40 PM

83. fuck. meltdown.

yes i cried my eyeballs out today and no i'm not ashmed about it. go through what i've been through in my life and golf game over the past 6 months and see its cumilation in a single shot splashed into a pond on one of the longest days of your life and you then you can judge me.

thats if you don't jump off a building or stand in front of a bus first.

one more round before i take some time off to think about it all.

feel my pain...all of it.

hey, at least i dress well..

spread the lovin'

Rob Valentine

any lower and you'd need a shovel