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I have bad news...
The whorehouse has been boarded up. Only a select few will know what that means but shit, shit, shit, shit.
The last 2 weeks I've made some crafts, gone on my official "tour" of the campus with Jill (although I'm going again with Jeff), missed the black heart procession show that I'm still sulking over, missed the Rainer Maria show that I'm still sulking over (atleast we made it to the venue and got outside hearing previews), met an old man bartender named Steve who is my new favourite grandperson who is not of blood relation. Bought a camera today that is fancy and put a huge debt on my credit card. Uhhh, I don't know what else I don't have the finest memory.
Tomorrow we leave for Tennessee and I still have yet to find somewhere that has spelunking in Nashville. I plan to do this when I'm done my pointless journal entry cause I know no one else cares as much as I do. I want to see bats.
My mom made me ravioli.
The whorehouse has been boarded up. Only a select few will know what that means but shit, shit, shit, shit.
The last 2 weeks I've made some crafts, gone on my official "tour" of the campus with Jill (although I'm going again with Jeff), missed the black heart procession show that I'm still sulking over, missed the Rainer Maria show that I'm still sulking over (atleast we made it to the venue and got outside hearing previews), met an old man bartender named Steve who is my new favourite grandperson who is not of blood relation. Bought a camera today that is fancy and put a huge debt on my credit card. Uhhh, I don't know what else I don't have the finest memory.
Tomorrow we leave for Tennessee and I still have yet to find somewhere that has spelunking in Nashville. I plan to do this when I'm done my pointless journal entry cause I know no one else cares as much as I do. I want to see bats.
My mom made me ravioli.