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Well, Katie came up again on Thursday and stayed til yesterday. Saying goodbye is still hard. I know I will see her again soon, but it sucks because we were there laying there in eachothers arms both wondering how you enjoy your last hour of living in a world full of colours and sounds that are new and exciting and going back into drab black and white. Even though it's not forever that we have to be here, it seems it when I could be with her instead. There is a certain rightness to being in her car driving on a sunny day with her in her shades while we listen to Queens of the Stone Age, or RHCP, or anything really... Saying goodbye sucks. If I could ride forever with her in her car I would. I feel at home there, with her...
in other news...
Apparently Kim Cloonan charged my mom $135 for cleaning my half of the apartment, which is bullshit, and then on top of that charged her for the last electric bill... which my dad paid. My mom needs to get her money back.
Anyway, I'm done writing for now. Cheers!
in other news...
Apparently Kim Cloonan charged my mom $135 for cleaning my half of the apartment, which is bullshit, and then on top of that charged her for the last electric bill... which my dad paid. My mom needs to get her money back.
Anyway, I'm done writing for now. Cheers!