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[tonyphuckinhawk]

Things I Regret•Never going with nick when he invited me someplace. Not only because i missed out on hanging out with people i'm only now hanging out with but also because he was just being nice and by consistently refusing his invitations, even though i didn't mean to, i sort of came across as a dick

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[tonyphuckinhawk]

I actually said "never" going with Nick, which, if was talking about you, would just be a gross exageration. In addition, if i was talking about you it would say Nick Horten, because Nick Horten is always reffered to as Nick Horten.

But i am sorry for your four seconds of hatred, although usually when i don't hang out with you it's because if i did you'd have a lot more than four seconds of hatred for me.

And yeah, you totally have to keep me company this week. And after, even. Jess has got this ridiculous notion lately that she needs to hang out with other people, leaving me alone much more frequently than the previously planned Summer of Kyle & Jess had entailed.

Oh well. Such is life, i suppose.

I finally watched my collector's edition of Pulp Fiction, and that shit is tight. Everything looks so nice and the sound is unbelievable. Like when they're sitting in the diner, i kept looking out of my living room because i thought my mom woke up and was telling me to turn it down or something. But it was, indeed, a trick of the brain caused by the increasingly realistic technology of today's audio capabilities.

I'm glad i watched it alone, too, and didn't wait to watch it with Jess or someone, because i noticed a lot of things i'm sure i wouldn't have if someone else was in the room. I could definitely talk for another hour about my new found Pulp Fiction related findings, but this reply is already borderline criminally long, so i'll cut it short for now.

Cíao, au amour.