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about this time last year, i was drunk at 747 being my sexy self. this year, i'm home with a tummy ache listening to dumb people shoot their money into the air.
it hasn't been bad, and it hasn't been good. i'm just waiting on something new in my life. some things are just old and tired, and i find myself not being in the mood. i can't wait until i fly out friday after work.
i'll be 22 at the end of the month; that's when i celebrate the new year.