Here's to you Mrs. Robinson...
Awkward. This summer could be fucking awesome. I'll know this week whether it will be or not. I'm so excited I want to punch myself in the face. Shouldn't be though. Don't want to jinx it. I should really just start addressing these things as Dear Carlyn, Elisa, and Brandon. How the fuck are you guys by the way? Well I know how you are Brandon, but feel free to answer anyway. Getting Antsy. I'm leaving soon, just gotta finalize details as in where and what I'm doing, but things are looking promising. Places are looking for me to work for them, I just have to let them. That was cocky, but fuck it. Ha. You know what I'm laughing at. Got dinner and drinks with my mom tonight. It was totally sweet. I think the drinks are the reason I'm writing on here. I never do. Can't say I miss it. Can't say I don't. I write a lot better when I know noone will read it. This isn't a creative outlet. I just know that I can type faster than I can write, so it is easier to go on tangents about nothing. I'm a terrible speller, and the whole dislexic (spelt wrong I'm sure) thing is going crazy. Everything is out of order now where it wasn't quite as bad before. When I was reading and writing a lot all my learning disfunctions were improving, but now I'm just going on ridiculous. It's funny.
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