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Just got back from austin. Why is that city so goddamn awesome? Everytime I go, I convince myself I want to drop out of schol and live on taylor's couch. Ran into alex gilbert at a frat party..heh heh. He said he felt out of place. I said I did too, but just to make him feel good. I met a girl from south africa, with a south african accent which is now my new outgoing voicemail. Her words were like little koala bears. "Seth Efreeka." Ummm, hung out by a lot of swimming pools and drank alot of things. We tried to go to some cliff diving place but it was private and we couldnt get in. Fuck the man.
Is there anything worse than picturing an ex having "relations" with someone else? The image is like a bad pop song that wont leave your head all day. Myabe I'm just perverse and masochistic, but I'm guessing other people do it too, specially when the wound is still fresh.
She told me I should be out being single and partyin and hookin up and not thinkin about her. So I did this weekend as per her request. My exgirlfriend pimped me out. It was nice though, but only partially distracted me from the truth of things. I dunno, I'm rambling. Overall, I really am ok. Houston at teh end of the summer has a way of doing things to one's mind. As more and more people start leavin town, you start having more time to think about your past and long for companionships you once had. Specially now that my summer fling has moved back to san francisco. That's a whole other story right there. It sucks when a relationship you are enjoying has a deadline.
Oh, Gabe got fucking wasted last night. Guys, this is my dearest bestest hetero-lifemate friend, and this was his first time getting drunk. FUNNY SHIT. If you know him, you can imagine.
I'm outty.
Is there anything worse than picturing an ex having "relations" with someone else? The image is like a bad pop song that wont leave your head all day. Myabe I'm just perverse and masochistic, but I'm guessing other people do it too, specially when the wound is still fresh.
She told me I should be out being single and partyin and hookin up and not thinkin about her. So I did this weekend as per her request. My exgirlfriend pimped me out. It was nice though, but only partially distracted me from the truth of things. I dunno, I'm rambling. Overall, I really am ok. Houston at teh end of the summer has a way of doing things to one's mind. As more and more people start leavin town, you start having more time to think about your past and long for companionships you once had. Specially now that my summer fling has moved back to san francisco. That's a whole other story right there. It sucks when a relationship you are enjoying has a deadline.
Oh, Gabe got fucking wasted last night. Guys, this is my dearest bestest hetero-lifemate friend, and this was his first time getting drunk. FUNNY SHIT. If you know him, you can imagine.
I'm outty.