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Lately my chest will get this really intense pain, and I can't help but feel like it's my heart. It's a really deep pain, not in my pectorals or my lungs. I wouldn't be surprised if I was having minor heart attacks, there's so much shit messed up with my heart they are just impressed the thing works.
I bought a 97 two door impreza. Super pumped about it, and now i can drive the acura in the summer while I work on the impreza, and vice versa. Pumped to have a good daily driver that will be a wonderful candidate for a japanese racing spec motor swap. yummy.
Still having a lot of fun lately. More time with friends than I can remember since I've had any responsibilites at all at least. Portland is fun, sometimes I think about what I'll do in a year or so. Nick and Sarah's adventure has me itching a bit.
Got a new job in the warehouse. I'm not breaking my back any more, and this way I can save up and hopefully get the shoulder surgery I know I need to badly. I hope I haven't neglected it long enough where now it's more complicated than I thought.
Things with Shea are still going great. She's still super sweet and super understand and super everything. I'm kind of confused by it.
Two muscular douchey guidos tried fagbashing me at bubba's the other night. Second week there's almost been a fight there. They started insulting me and talking down, and I stood my ground despite it being 2 on 1 in a situation when i would blatantly get my ass kicked, and I was so fiery I actually managed to talk him down, and then the less douchey one said "You're willing to stand here toe to toe with two guys twice as big you? You'll go into that fight? You're fuckin' crazy, you've got balls, bro!" then gave me some weird bro five. I was so fucking dumbfounded by the exchange then random congratulations, I had no idea what was going on at that point. I'm just glad I'm a person that doesn't let anyone walk on me any more, regardless of what physical damage they could incur.
I cook a lot now. It's usually pretty good.
Things are finally going well for Mitchell Waterman? the fuck? I hope my bad luck has run out. I've been really proactive about resolving every issue that comes up lately, I dig it.
I still get angry and sad about Kait. Maybe that shit never goes away. Some part of me still is confused that she was capable of it, 'cause I really really just didn't think she was.
I need to get to bed. G'night old ass livejournal. You are a dinosaur and I'm pumped facebook hasn't eaten you up, too.
I bought a 97 two door impreza. Super pumped about it, and now i can drive the acura in the summer while I work on the impreza, and vice versa. Pumped to have a good daily driver that will be a wonderful candidate for a japanese racing spec motor swap. yummy.
Still having a lot of fun lately. More time with friends than I can remember since I've had any responsibilites at all at least. Portland is fun, sometimes I think about what I'll do in a year or so. Nick and Sarah's adventure has me itching a bit.
Got a new job in the warehouse. I'm not breaking my back any more, and this way I can save up and hopefully get the shoulder surgery I know I need to badly. I hope I haven't neglected it long enough where now it's more complicated than I thought.
Things with Shea are still going great. She's still super sweet and super understand and super everything. I'm kind of confused by it.
Two muscular douchey guidos tried fagbashing me at bubba's the other night. Second week there's almost been a fight there. They started insulting me and talking down, and I stood my ground despite it being 2 on 1 in a situation when i would blatantly get my ass kicked, and I was so fiery I actually managed to talk him down, and then the less douchey one said "You're willing to stand here toe to toe with two guys twice as big you? You'll go into that fight? You're fuckin' crazy, you've got balls, bro!" then gave me some weird bro five. I was so fucking dumbfounded by the exchange then random congratulations, I had no idea what was going on at that point. I'm just glad I'm a person that doesn't let anyone walk on me any more, regardless of what physical damage they could incur.
I cook a lot now. It's usually pretty good.
Things are finally going well for Mitchell Waterman? the fuck? I hope my bad luck has run out. I've been really proactive about resolving every issue that comes up lately, I dig it.
I still get angry and sad about Kait. Maybe that shit never goes away. Some part of me still is confused that she was capable of it, 'cause I really really just didn't think she was.
I need to get to bed. G'night old ass livejournal. You are a dinosaur and I'm pumped facebook hasn't eaten you up, too.