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so i went to a "punk show" tonight.
started off brilliantly, ended horribly. matt's new girlfriend, "chris," was there. I was fine meeting her, talked to her for a bit and thought everything was fine. Then she made out with logan. i freaked the fuck out. i haven't talked to matt for months, and we're not romantically linked or anything, but i still feel for him. what a bitch. she's a photography major for some college in new york, and she brought her badass camera to the show...i fucking stomped on it as hard as i could. and she kept asking "where's matt, where's matt?" i told her, "he's probably at him, with the solemn belief that your cheating, lying, deceptive fat ass is being loyal to him. fuck you and your fucking 4 foot 11, 250 pound self. you should have nothing to do with him, you're a fucking disgrace to the woman race." i read her the fucking riot act. 'cuz i'm hardcore like that.
in other news, bridget's life has been boring as hell. working...hopefully enough to pay my car payment...and hopefully I'm elusive enough to avoid the hawaii condo people for the trash can i burnt to the fucking carpet. yeah, i'm an idiot. but i was in a horrible mood, boyfriend and friends were unreachable, and i'm a pyro. those are my excuses.
wayne's world is brilliance. bloody brilliance.
i'm retiring for the night, probably taking a bath and reading my magazines. i'm a mess. an absolute mess that would love nothing more than a two-hour phone conversation with you. yes, you.
started off brilliantly, ended horribly. matt's new girlfriend, "chris," was there. I was fine meeting her, talked to her for a bit and thought everything was fine. Then she made out with logan. i freaked the fuck out. i haven't talked to matt for months, and we're not romantically linked or anything, but i still feel for him. what a bitch. she's a photography major for some college in new york, and she brought her badass camera to the show...i fucking stomped on it as hard as i could. and she kept asking "where's matt, where's matt?" i told her, "he's probably at him, with the solemn belief that your cheating, lying, deceptive fat ass is being loyal to him. fuck you and your fucking 4 foot 11, 250 pound self. you should have nothing to do with him, you're a fucking disgrace to the woman race." i read her the fucking riot act. 'cuz i'm hardcore like that.
in other news, bridget's life has been boring as hell. working...hopefully enough to pay my car payment...and hopefully I'm elusive enough to avoid the hawaii condo people for the trash can i burnt to the fucking carpet. yeah, i'm an idiot. but i was in a horrible mood, boyfriend and friends were unreachable, and i'm a pyro. those are my excuses.
wayne's world is brilliance. bloody brilliance.
i'm retiring for the night, probably taking a bath and reading my magazines. i'm a mess. an absolute mess that would love nothing more than a two-hour phone conversation with you. yes, you.