Lately I've been frustrated at just about every thing like all the time. For some reason unknown to me every time anybody comes down stairs (that’s where my room is) they have to turn on every know light in existence to go down the stairs and make a quick right in the laundry room. Now sure I can understand the need to turn on the light in the
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Anyway, you probably didn't want to know all that. I'm sorry for rambling, but I'm just in a bad mood because I was looking for the second season of Sex and the City forever and found it in Kurt's really gross room. I'm imagining a thin film of giz all over the case, and it's freaking me out.
I'm sorry about all your g/f problems too. When I was in Texas for two months Tony only called me.. dun dun dun.. once! And whenever I called him he "couldn't talk" for one reason or another, and it made me so sad. So I just spent half my days talking to Amanda on the phone, which was actually pretty fun. I hope things get better, and I'm sorry this comment was so long and useless.
=Alex=
p.s. write more often or I'll boycott your journal again.
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