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Soooo..
I moved out of the apartment with Brook and down the hallway to Brian, Lincoln, and Mikey's house. I like it so much better this way! It's still cheap as hell for me, but now without any of the drama...and with my honey. We have such a cozy, wonderful room and I'm so lucky to be able to wake up to his fucking cute little face every morning.
Today I'm walking back from the Sunset, minding my own goddamn buisness, and run right into Mike Glausier. That's right. Fucking Penis. He looks so completely fucking different, It's unbelievable. I'll always remember him with an almost-shaved head and a ripped up Dead Kennedy's shirt...Not this crazy ass beard long hair thing he's got going on. He used to be so goddamn adorable.
It was weird..I mean, not just running into him in particular, but running into someone from home out here..It kinda fucked me up. He might call me tonight. I'm not sure if I could handle hanging out with him again. But I know one thing for sure---I definitely don't have any feelings left for that kid. It's been almost 3 years. Jesus.
I have my own little world set up out here, with very few reminders of back home...There's only a handful of people I talk to from St. Pete, and I kinda like it that way. I love the idea of starting over and doing everything exactly the way you want, with nothing from the past holding you back. Running into him made me realize I'm not in another country, the way it feels...I'm not even that far away. I'm just isolated as all fuck.
I moved out of the apartment with Brook and down the hallway to Brian, Lincoln, and Mikey's house. I like it so much better this way! It's still cheap as hell for me, but now without any of the drama...and with my honey. We have such a cozy, wonderful room and I'm so lucky to be able to wake up to his fucking cute little face every morning.
Today I'm walking back from the Sunset, minding my own goddamn buisness, and run right into Mike Glausier. That's right. Fucking Penis. He looks so completely fucking different, It's unbelievable. I'll always remember him with an almost-shaved head and a ripped up Dead Kennedy's shirt...Not this crazy ass beard long hair thing he's got going on. He used to be so goddamn adorable.
It was weird..I mean, not just running into him in particular, but running into someone from home out here..It kinda fucked me up. He might call me tonight. I'm not sure if I could handle hanging out with him again. But I know one thing for sure---I definitely don't have any feelings left for that kid. It's been almost 3 years. Jesus.
I have my own little world set up out here, with very few reminders of back home...There's only a handful of people I talk to from St. Pete, and I kinda like it that way. I love the idea of starting over and doing everything exactly the way you want, with nothing from the past holding you back. Running into him made me realize I'm not in another country, the way it feels...I'm not even that far away. I'm just isolated as all fuck.