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Hi.
So, another Halloween come and gone and only 364 days until the next one. It was good. I was "God's Gift To Women" and particular props goes to Dani for helping me with it. It got a rise out of a few people, some chuckles, and was actually a conversation piece, that rocks. I made another friend; she was decorating the Crow's Nest for the haunted house but was far too short to do what she was trying to do, so I offered my assistance...you know, since I'm vertically inclined. It was a good time.
I got an 81% on my History paper. Far better than I thought I'd get, so I'll take it. I wouldn't mind it being somewhat higher, but hell I'll take what I can get.
I need to talk to Smac. Not to self: talk to Smac.
I feel like a bad boyfriend. I know you'll say I'm not, and I know you probably don't think I am, but I feel like one. I'm always an asshole, I'm always insighting arguments, and I pretty consistantly say and do mean things. I just...I feel like, in general, I've become a bad person lately. That the only thing I fear has finally come true and down in my very core I'm not a good person. I'm brash, ill tempered and pushing everyone that I love and care about away from me. I know I tell you at every opportunity but, I love you CareBear, I really do. I love you more than anything, and I'm more greatful than you'll ever know that you're willing to put up with all my bullshit. I'm trying, I promise that I am. I don't mean to be mean, and I'm trying.
I love you.
I'll catch you cats on the flipside.
Peace.
-K
It's kinda like a walk in the park; the sun coming through your window in the morning. It's a beautiful day, and you've got nothing better to do than commit hara-kiri. ...Oh, you're into that? Okay.
So, another Halloween come and gone and only 364 days until the next one. It was good. I was "God's Gift To Women" and particular props goes to Dani for helping me with it. It got a rise out of a few people, some chuckles, and was actually a conversation piece, that rocks. I made another friend; she was decorating the Crow's Nest for the haunted house but was far too short to do what she was trying to do, so I offered my assistance...you know, since I'm vertically inclined. It was a good time.
I got an 81% on my History paper. Far better than I thought I'd get, so I'll take it. I wouldn't mind it being somewhat higher, but hell I'll take what I can get.
I need to talk to Smac. Not to self: talk to Smac.
I feel like a bad boyfriend. I know you'll say I'm not, and I know you probably don't think I am, but I feel like one. I'm always an asshole, I'm always insighting arguments, and I pretty consistantly say and do mean things. I just...I feel like, in general, I've become a bad person lately. That the only thing I fear has finally come true and down in my very core I'm not a good person. I'm brash, ill tempered and pushing everyone that I love and care about away from me. I know I tell you at every opportunity but, I love you CareBear, I really do. I love you more than anything, and I'm more greatful than you'll ever know that you're willing to put up with all my bullshit. I'm trying, I promise that I am. I don't mean to be mean, and I'm trying.
I love you.
I'll catch you cats on the flipside.
Peace.
-K
It's kinda like a walk in the park; the sun coming through your window in the morning. It's a beautiful day, and you've got nothing better to do than commit hara-kiri. ...Oh, you're into that? Okay.