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So Mike just called me from work to tell me his dad bought us both tickets to see Tom Petty. The show's in August.


Sweet, maybe? Insane, definitely.

I want a scooter for the summer.

So many times i've gone to update this thing, yet nothing ever seems worth writing down. Really all I want to spend time doing is hanging out with Mike, writing some electro, listening to Joy Division and/or other compelling artists and chilling out inwith my socks on top of my leggings, most of which happens on a daily basis, all of which consumes my thoughts on a daily basis. Kara's getting a microphone with her tax return money and hopefully she'll be importing some sweet music programs that we'll be able to use in a matter of months.

Soo, it looks like i'll be heading down for the yearly Minneapolis trip in 2 weeks. Such short notice, but it's kindof nice that way. I still haven't told my work that I have to take a day off. LOL WUT?

Every body else's blogs are all so cryptic and metaphorical, how come I can't write that way? I've always been so straight forward. I guess that's what makes or breaks a great writer. If i'd have to put a label on my writing, it'd definitely be along the lines of a boring auto-biographist, whilst others would write beautiful poems or popular teen angst novels. Stories that sell, while mine would collect dust on the shelves at the back of the library.

Oh well.

Immature 30 year olds still suck.

Losing friends kindof hurts. What can you do.

Getting drank on the weekend. A must.

Because you'll probably never read this...

I think you should really consider paying me back, both for the finances that i've footed for you for an entire year and 2 months, in addition to the emotional stress that you've costed me (my health is far more important to me than you'd ever imagine it would be...think about it.) With you, it was a constant downward spiral. There was no love, no lust, no will, no dedication, no financial security, no compassion, no understanding (coming from YOUR part). It was always give, give, give with nothing in return. You get what you give. And you know that now.

I've lost my train of thought on the subject, just know that I am doing a whole hell of alot better without you in the picture. I'm so over this, but this is somewhat of closure for myself. I will never receive what I should've from you. Although, I don't regret the whole experience, I am definitely treating it as something to learn from. You can make note that I want nothing to do with you no longer as your presence in my life is redundancy at its best.

cya

New work distraction.

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