almost the new year
The last few days have been weird. I feel like I'm in a rocket that just blasted off from the launch pad. That actually sounds kinda weird, but it's the first thing that came to mind when I tried to think of a metaphor for how I'm feeling. Last night I slept at my friend's house, it was her birthday. Before that, we saw Meet The Fockers, which was
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I don't even know what I'm doing.
Sorry we didn't get to chill this weekend. We need to do that. Like... next weekend. I've sort of been in trouble with the parents. Sort of like... a lot of trouble. Not allowed to use the phone and things of that sort.
And I can't find your fucking cell phone number right now. But I really want to talk to you about stuff. And. Yeah. I think I'm going shrooming next weekend. Maybe you could join me? That would be rad.
I talked to Krys... sort of got the impression you weren't too happy with me, seeing as I told you I wasn't going to go out with her. And then did. It's not working anyways. Not that, that has much to do with it. Didn't think it would.
Ah, life.
We'll talk.
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You can just disregard that entire comment because right after I left it you called.
And we did talk.
So it's all good.
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