And, I will take a step back, and, I'll let you ahead.
So I hate my haircut, but give it two weeks and I'll be having it cut a little differently. In the meantime, I don't plan on looking in too many mirrors. Someone needs to come to my house and challenge Dillon, thirteen going on gaming god, to Halo 2 because my entire neighborhood is unable to beat him and I think it's going to his head more than it probablly should. From what I've heard, Mindy likes to pretend she is a tiger in the bedroom. I don't mean figuratively, either. She practiced her growl yesterday during a showing of Two Brothers. Maybe it'll scare some people off when she goes to jail for never going to court. I got a new assistant at work. She's 21, she said I make her nervous, and I think she was trying to flirt with me, but I can't be sure because I was distracted by the fact she has the most facial hair I've ever seen on a girl. That's right, I work with the bearded lady. Whatever, I don't flirt anymore anyway. I'm happily engaged and totally off the market. Sorry ladies. Travis is always here now for alone time with Mindy that ends with him waking me up when he gets home at five in the morning. Congratulations to Kelly. She had her baby (who from what I've heard is devestatingly adorable). Why am I talking about everyone else, though? It's my journal. Shouldn't it be all about me? I just finished The Belljar. Now I'm reading about yin eyes. Someone please get me into Interpol for free. The Early November would be good, too. I run a lot more now, and I'm working out harder than usual. like whoa. But I still don't listen to 'jock rock.' hahahaha. still lame. I tried to make pad thai like they have at tai ocha, but just ended up pissing mr. effler off by ruining his skillet. I did make good spaghetti and garlic bread, though. I think I might be obsessed with brushing my teeth. Is at least three times a day getting out of hand? If not, don't worry. I get 'out of hand' in other ways. Aside from having to get up every morning at six in the AfuckingM, I'm doing well. Really well, as a matter of fact. Being happy, content, satisfied-whatever you want to call it-it feels really good. I'd almost forgot. Oh, and when I'm mad I say things I don't mean. Sometimes I regret it.
my backseat. nuff said.
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my backseat. nuff said.
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