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So I have no idea what's going on. At all. But I kind of feel like my mind is playing Smokey Robinson and the Miracles' "You Really Got a Hold on Me" on repeat. But yeah, pretty much in the dark here.
I talked to Johnna last night, and she seemed really pissed that I hadn't talked to her in a while. "Every time I called you were BUSY, so I'm not calling you anymore, you can call, and then I'll say, 'Oh no, I'm too BUSY.' Because when I called you'd say you were busy and I'd say, 'Okay, bitch, I'm goin' back to my beer.'" I missed her birthday, which makes me feel like an ass. Even if she's not a real person.
Don't know how long it's been since I've smoked. I bought toothpaste. I was running out. I have no fingernails.
It might be time to devote some energy to learning a language. Perhaps my own would be a good start.
Rachel is thicky-thick.
T. Hee.
I talked to Johnna last night, and she seemed really pissed that I hadn't talked to her in a while. "Every time I called you were BUSY, so I'm not calling you anymore, you can call, and then I'll say, 'Oh no, I'm too BUSY.' Because when I called you'd say you were busy and I'd say, 'Okay, bitch, I'm goin' back to my beer.'" I missed her birthday, which makes me feel like an ass. Even if she's not a real person.
Don't know how long it's been since I've smoked. I bought toothpaste. I was running out. I have no fingernails.
It might be time to devote some energy to learning a language. Perhaps my own would be a good start.
Rachel is thicky-thick.
T. Hee.