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I'm very bored.
I did one of those myspace surveys. Kill me.
You know what I was thinking? (Obviously you don't so I'm going to tell you.) That'd be cool to have a therapist. I mean I got shipped off to therapy last year so I figured I might as well tell the lady what's really going on with me and she called me a liar. Is that allowed? Bitch. See if she ever gets my parents money again. Because of her, I'll never tell anyone anything like that again.
But that'd be nice to have a nice one that's nice and actually listens though. Or maybe a good friend that would do so.
I've always wanted to go up to someone I don't even know and ask them their life story. I think it'd be cool. But very weird for them I suppose.
Stupid North Springs. I hope I get into OA.
On a happier note, I'm doing a report on this really cool photographer named Annie Leibovitz. She was photographing John Lennon 2 hours before he was shot. Cool, eh? Very.