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i think i'm sort of over this. this town, the people in it. and i mean everybody. i'll keep the friends that are true to me close now, they'll come up every weekend next year. we'll dance in the light of my hand-me-down lamps, the wooden floor of my kitchen creaking some song i don't remember the words to. laughing at our failed dinners, staying up, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes, loving each other's brains. those are the friends i want to keep around. the ones i can call at 4 AM when some moral dilemma hits me hard, and they'll be at the phone with some thoughtful advice, some advice i can hold, i can use. i'll see you in portland.
i'm over livejournal. i'm just gonna use it to read my friends page, but i'll post perhaps some sensical entires in my blogspot. Ehh okay.
i'm over livejournal. i'm just gonna use it to read my friends page, but i'll post perhaps some sensical entires in my blogspot. Ehh okay.