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It's the last day of the year. Odd and yet well-deserved I should think. So much has happened this year that was not intentional, not worthwhile and most of all, not GOOD. I've changed more than I could have ever imagined. Christ, this time last year I was about to go to Andy Pyle's house, smoke cigarettes with Kanen and kiss Zack when the ball dropped. Fucking weird. I'd say about eight months of this year have been spent in a drunken or depressed coma and on some occasions an awkward combination of the two. SIIIIICK. I'm hoping next year will be a bit better, and yet, that doesn't seem like it would be to difficult to accomplish.
"Books are gay. When should I go get tested?"
Jesus, the shit I live with every day, I'm telling you. Currently, my two best friends are completely perplexed by a light up toy which changes colors, repeating words like "hyphy" and "yay". Enough said, yes?
I love them though, I do, and I'm glad I have two people who I always enjoy being around, if nothing else. So I guess I did get something decent out of this year. Two things, in fact.