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Now that I'm a little older and have come face to face with my little old live journal after all this time, I'm surprised at how un-emo I managed to keep it. Uninteresting and embarassing, yes. But emo? i don't think so.. I know that I will never be able to recreate such a mindless outlook on life. It's a struggle to write anything anymore because there are fucking filters now. I couldn't tell you about my day on a whim, I couldn't gush about my boyfriend, but damnit I want to. Actually since I think AJ is the only journaler still living, I'm going to do all that shit. See I got this laptop computer for christmas and I like the way it clicks when I type, so yeah, I will mindlessly, whisically gush about shit. Even if its emo shit.
Today I should have showered already. Instead I did some marginally productive sewing, with long stretches of fucking around between projects. Now I'm going to go buy my boyfriend some beer with the handful of change I have.
Today I should have showered already. Instead I did some marginally productive sewing, with long stretches of fucking around between projects. Now I'm going to go buy my boyfriend some beer with the handful of change I have.