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Lately I've been doing well except that my best friend is moving away. And I could care less about boys. Or school. Or work. Well, I work like every day except Sunday so my life is pretty overwhelmingly gay. Even though I like my job. And I feel like it's been forever that I've written anything and I'm hardly even considering any factors of grammar. I do wonder how I'm doing though, but enough of that rambling! Today I wrote this boy poems in class because I was tired of hearing about chromosomes. One was about a spider that I killed with my cigarette. One was about this sticky situation with a neighborhood gang banger. Oh great, I'm getting hit up with drunk people because it's St. Patricks day. That's so annoying.. I don't even want to drink at all. Me and Sorcha are going to Fresh. It's gonna be sick. I'm gonna dance my heart out.