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the other day I went to visit Alex in Ann Arbor. It was fun, even though I always manage to get mad lost. It was also there that I officially "left" Matt on facbook chat (LOL WTF!!!1) and he proceeded to not give a shit, as always. Alex even noted that Matt wasn't even participating in the conversation. Dude, I love my life. :-) No, I actually do a lot of the time. Most of the time I'm indifferent though.
At least I'm listening to music in spanish. It's all I care about kind of. I think I finished my painting today. I started a little one - with help from others I've come to the conclusion that what I will do is SELF PUBLISH a LITTLE BOOK of my work, which I can send to people to show them my portfollito. :-p
I got a sweet beer sign thing at this weird antique store on Wealthy St.- it's only open for like 4 hours one day a week or something wacky - it's a wooden Mexican flag que se dice Modelo Especial y tiene los dos liones pintados en oro. It's sweet.
Querio ser la unica que te mueva la boca.
I'm so disappointed. I was really convinced for a while there, even though after some separation I can see how everything was totally fucked up, that Matt and I were perfect for each other. And I did/do legitimately love him. It sucks.
However, over the past few months I have grown quite fond of Jay. I wouldn't say that I love him, but I like him. He lives a long way away from me though. Cool. Whatever, I'm not dating anyone ever again. As last night I sat watching Annie Hall, I discovered I think Woody Allen is right - Groucho, too - that I wouldn't want to be a part of any club that would have me as a member. Right, so, like who the fuck would date me? Exactly, weirdos.
At least I'm listening to music in spanish. It's all I care about kind of. I think I finished my painting today. I started a little one - with help from others I've come to the conclusion that what I will do is SELF PUBLISH a LITTLE BOOK of my work, which I can send to people to show them my portfollito. :-p
I got a sweet beer sign thing at this weird antique store on Wealthy St.- it's only open for like 4 hours one day a week or something wacky - it's a wooden Mexican flag que se dice Modelo Especial y tiene los dos liones pintados en oro. It's sweet.
Querio ser la unica que te mueva la boca.
I'm so disappointed. I was really convinced for a while there, even though after some separation I can see how everything was totally fucked up, that Matt and I were perfect for each other. And I did/do legitimately love him. It sucks.
However, over the past few months I have grown quite fond of Jay. I wouldn't say that I love him, but I like him. He lives a long way away from me though. Cool. Whatever, I'm not dating anyone ever again. As last night I sat watching Annie Hall, I discovered I think Woody Allen is right - Groucho, too - that I wouldn't want to be a part of any club that would have me as a member. Right, so, like who the fuck would date me? Exactly, weirdos.