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The most important time of my year starts tonight. 7 o' clock tonight, start of the Sox-Yankees series. I asked for the night off months ago and nothing will be interrupting me. You can find me at the bar (like you'll be looking or something).
I don't know why I feel bad for Becca but I do. I wanted to tell her she got what she had coming to her, that she was/is a total bitch, but when she started crying like that, I stopped. Even after that I'll probably just get kicked to the curb again. Patrick's the kinda guy for her. I'm not rich, I'm no successful, I'm not from a good family... it's just a fling. I mean I guess that's cool, not like I'm looking for anything else... right?
I'm wicked retarded sometimes, ya know.
I don't know why I feel bad for Becca but I do. I wanted to tell her she got what she had coming to her, that she was/is a total bitch, but when she started crying like that, I stopped. Even after that I'll probably just get kicked to the curb again. Patrick's the kinda guy for her. I'm not rich, I'm no successful, I'm not from a good family... it's just a fling. I mean I guess that's cool, not like I'm looking for anything else... right?
I'm wicked retarded sometimes, ya know.