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Angie is officially the dorkiest person I know (sorry Ash). She just sent this huge email about things that I should bring when I visit her. About how I shouldn't talk to the gutter punks or bring home any random girls or vise versa. Jesus, you date one crusty punk and you're marked for life. Fuck, I don't even leave for San Francisco for a month and already I get guilt trip. Sigh, I don't even know if this tickets real anyhow.
Else wise productivity has been on a high. I finally got down the karate moves that Grants been trying to show me. My car is clean and my apartment is not for behind. I made a killer mix tape for Courtney that seems oddly uninhibited. Now if I could just finish up that story about my grandmother and turn in my play lists to Brit I'd be set.
Else wise productivity has been on a high. I finally got down the karate moves that Grants been trying to show me. My car is clean and my apartment is not for behind. I made a killer mix tape for Courtney that seems oddly uninhibited. Now if I could just finish up that story about my grandmother and turn in my play lists to Brit I'd be set.