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Katie's party last night was insane. And I have the fucking pictures to prove it. Only there was like a 20 to 1 ratio of girls to guys which sucked my dick... because that wasn't what I was doing. Wow I'm so clever. I can't even go out tonight. So I just went to Pearls and hung out with Katie and Cecily and now I'm home online hoping that a certain asshole leading on someone will IM me. Sometimes I think my life is a little sad. I like it though. I have a lot of fun being me, as loserish as I am. I really like the simple things in life. Mostly when it comes down to it, I'm just a whole bunch of swimming, coffee drinking, newspaper reading, cigarette smoking, bird watching, going out to eat, freak dancing drunkeness. I like the simplicity of routine, the spiratic sponteneity of adventure, the peace of the early morning, and the taste of trouble. I am not complex, I am predictable. I am amused by quality and I am disgusted by gluttony. I love early mornings, I love late nights. I LOVE coffee. I love men. I do stupid things like livejournal and myspace. I love beautiful voices. I'm happy when it rains. I'm happy when it's sunny. I love the subtle depression, the constant tingle of boredom in me. I love to forget where I am. What is important to me? The pieces that make me, the tiny things I enjoy and my lack of interest in anything but these seemingly trivial passtimes.