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12:02 a.m. - Saturday, Jun. 12, 2004 (I should be in bed, so I'm not gonna elaborate on things tonight) He talked to his grandparents and they have friends in from Ohio and we (he, I and Jesse) were invited to dinner at Golden Corral. I have vehomently (sp?) refused to go. He can take Jesse. I'm not going to sit with those fuckwads and pretend it's all sunshine and rainbows. I will be pissed at all of them until the day I die. What's cool is that I talked to Mom and she said that she will get us tickets to see a play based on The Greenbriar Ghost! If you know exactly zilch about West Virginia then this probably means nothing to you, but I'm all jazzed because it's one of my favorite ghost stories. I have the book that has the story in it (plus a few other Appalacian ghost tales) and I have been to the daughter's grave (years ago). I can't wait! Can't wait! It's so nice to have something to look forward to!
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