(no subject)
Sometimes, when I'm with you, I get ideas in my head that I probably shouldn't. I think things about you that you would probably hate. I can't tell you what I'm thinking, because it might be kind- of awkward... but it's only with you... so I'm thinking it means something.
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Last night was weird.
Worked a double, went to Bora Bora with creepy stalker girl Darlene + Nick + Friends, went back to my house, found weird bald guy sleeping on my couch, picked up Jen, went to some shady, yet awesome party house that my sister was drunk at, smoked the biggest joint of my life, attempted Dennys, went back to shady house, smoked more, went to taco bell, police on bike in the street (?), slept on the very outer rim of my mattress. (Jen is the worst beg hog, ever.)
Now my head hurts.
a-thank you.
Hmmm... Pete needs to update his journal
so I can steal all of his lines and give you guys something more interesting to read.
Sorry for the lack of cynicism.
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