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Every kid who has dreamed of being a baseball player has stood in his front yard with a bat and said to himself, "Bottom of the ninth, Game 7 of the World Series, the bases are loaded," and then envisioned hitting a home run to win the game. My job is to shatter that dream.
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Remember that your work is never finished. Every single day you either get a little better, or a little worse; you don't stay the same. ... Like I said, realize the opportunity and take advantage of it. Time is the one thing you can never get back.

[STOP HERE AND READ THIS NOW.

This is not Huston Street's journal, so don't even ask. Several of the journals I've got on my friends list have already had what I presume to be ditzy fangirls asking stupid questions like "Is $player REALLY GAY???????????? OH NOES!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!" or making remarks about how hot a particular player is. Yes, I KNOW Huston's pretty. Even Stevie Wonder can see that. But it doesn't mean that every hormonally charged groupie who can type "livejournal.com" into her browser window despite the three-inch fake-ass nails needs to be commenting to state the obvious.

This journal is part of a roleplaying game. THIS IS NOT HUSTON STREET'S LIVEJOURNAL SO DON'T ASK. This is fake. And yes, sometimes I get off on it. Like you don't have odd habits.

If you need proof, here:
1. I'm not even remotely Christian.
2. I'm a girl and I throw like one too.

For further details, refer to team_fake or Team Fake's disclaimer.

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Kindly avoid taking anything from this journal. I put work into writing the entries. The icons are either mine or credited. The layout overrides took me the better part of a day. If I can figure out what needs to go where and put it in the right place, you can too. ]

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