Baby is this love for real?
I'm over at Damons right now. Sitting here with Damon and Liz. Nothing much more to say. Listening to this badass song that I can't remember the name of even though I was told it. It's in Brandon's My Space. We've listened to it like 7235793.93 times. It's fucking great. I'm also talking to Dean online. Today is father's day. Pretty tight. I made my dad breakfast. I wrote out "I <3 U Dad" In Eggs and Bacon and French Toast. Last night he took me to SPoT both ways and spotted me 20 dollas so I could buy these new kicks I'm sporting today. Some black on black Accel Plus'. Yeah, I know, they fucking rock, especially with system G2 in the heels. SO damn comfortable. I put music on kristy's iPod, and it's in my pocket, but I have yet to give it back. This needs to be done. I know if some one had my iPod for that long, for how ever long it was, like two or three days or something, I'd go insane. But figuring how she didnt use it, I think she'll be ok. I'm writing so much right now, I've never writen this much without even having to think about something to write about. It's good. Well I'm gonna go. Later LJ
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