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Allright, day two in Florida. I'm still wicked sick. Still don't want to be here. But today isn't a weekend, so I can't call anyone till 9. I've been sitting on here for a while hoping Tim would get on because he was supposed to but hey what else is new. He's always been unreliable. I really wish I could tell him to just leave me alone but I love him. Now that I talked to him again hes got me all thinkin about him again too.
The moral of this story is.....
Life sucks and I want to go home.
The moral of this story is.....
Life sucks and I want to go home.