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[Sunday, October 7th, 2007 ; 10:10am] |
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I guess I'll use my myspace blog.
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[Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007 ; 2:27pm] |
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What happens is that after I don't see or talk to someone for a while, I just stop trying. Not because I don't want to see or talk to them, but because I don't know what I would do or say. I'm at a loss for words and action. I forget where we left off at and there's no way for me to remember. And at the same time even if we start fresh I feel like we'll never be whatever it was that we were because there's a span of time in between the meetings or conversations where the game of playing catch-up just will not do. Forgotten weeks that will never be discussed. No one will ever know what happened and I really like knowing what happens. I don't know what all this means. People need to be better to each other. Myself included.
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[Friday, September 28th, 2007 ; 11:54am] |
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MY COMPUTER IS DYING!
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[Friday, September 21st, 2007 ; 11:56pm] |
Seriously, the air smelled so good tonight. I can't wait for this gradual cool down to reach it's low and for tolerable weather to finally be here. I missed an Arizona winter last year and I'm definitely going to make up for that this season.
Unrelated though, who wants to play Balderdash? C'mon dudes.
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[Tuesday, September 18th, 2007 ; 11:25pm] |
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My brain is aching and I blame the sweet non-coffee smell of my coffee bean attire that still clothes me. Although John Ryan insisted that I smell of clean hair and clean cotton I'm going to say that my nose is very keen to my current stench which is neither one of those.
Today I imagined myself floating a lot. Hovering and gliding over the ground instead of only the short strides that my legs can provide. I didn't feel like myself.
My bedroom is looking rough. My bank account is nearly empty. Let the church roll on.
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[Sunday, September 16th, 2007 ; 12:08pm] |
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Gosh! Waking up after a night of boozing and walking towards the sounds of Spanish music pouring out of the kitchen to find a delicious Mexican breakfast being prepared by Mom is great. I had dreams of tattoos and snow as well as some awful drawings in my sketch book coming to life. The last one was actually kinda scary, but it started out cool. I have to get ready for work now, but I just wanted to say that you guys are amazing. Simply incredible. Where's a trampoline?
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