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growing up he liked shiny pebbles. it takes certain circumstances to make a shiny pebble. the sand that erodes it has to be fine. it has to be the right kind of pepple to start out with, but when everything is right a pebble is shiny. he picked them up whenever he saw one, but soon this behavior grew past shiny pebbles and he started filling his pockets with pebbles from all over the world. he had them from versailles, from trafalager square, from the vatican, and one from cairo that his father had picked up while in egypt on buisness. he had pebbles from not as historically important places too. he had them from his grade school, his middle school, his highschool, the parking lot of the ramada inn where they held his senior prom, the beach where he first kissed sandra dugan, and from in between the max tracks out by his house. he never thought about picking them up, never went somewhere just to get a pebble, but every time he left the house he would return with at least one pebble in his left front pocket.
update on winter break. i have stitches in my ass crack. and you thought your winter break was fun and exciting? i hung out with the guy who did don and was very drunk and kept complimenting him on his work. before we hung out that night i couldn't remember his name. i cannot sit, which means i cannot ride in cars, which means i have spent the last five days sitting at my house ready to tear my hair out. i have come up with plan after plan for things i will never follow through on, i have become pretty good at suduko considering i just started doing those things last week and i still cannot pronounce it right. i have read a few books. read about 30 pages of anna kerinena (or how ever you spell that last name). I NEED FOR THERE NOT TO BE STITCHES IN MY ASS SO I CAN ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING WORTHWHILE!
oh and i cannot sleep.
update on winter break. i have stitches in my ass crack. and you thought your winter break was fun and exciting? i hung out with the guy who did don and was very drunk and kept complimenting him on his work. before we hung out that night i couldn't remember his name. i cannot sit, which means i cannot ride in cars, which means i have spent the last five days sitting at my house ready to tear my hair out. i have come up with plan after plan for things i will never follow through on, i have become pretty good at suduko considering i just started doing those things last week and i still cannot pronounce it right. i have read a few books. read about 30 pages of anna kerinena (or how ever you spell that last name). I NEED FOR THERE NOT TO BE STITCHES IN MY ASS SO I CAN ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING WORTHWHILE!
oh and i cannot sleep.