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its been awhile since you and i connected here ol buddy, ol pal, ol pretend friend... what is there to say really? my home computer is broken and has the distinct smell of french vanilla 7-11 coffee... im trying to find a play to produce that may or may not go up in june... stupid....my period is 11 days late.. if i were straight, id be scared... maybe im carrying the baby jesus.. the baby jesus of the new revolution... maybe i am jesus....blah.....i got back from florida, and it was amazing... i miss her....so much......i rode for 40 miles the other day, it was beautiful out... but let me say, that mt airy= up hill, cobblestones and trolley track... i only really feel alive when im with her or on my bike... maybe thats dramatic...or an overstatement... i wish i could say im content... but im not.. i hate my job... im worth more...im fucking bored, and thats enraging... a very still scary weird sort of rage.. this rage is not conducive with expression... i think i will continue to avoid you my electronic friend