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oh.my.god.
i totally bought a station wagon.
yes, a 1996 saturn sw2 wagon.
and today, Callie and I tried to get the stereo out
to get my head in.
We failed like mad.
So I went and bought a fucking Durabrand fucking walkman thing.
With a fucking car kit.
I jammed mad Cake on the ride home from work.
Acutally, I went driving for a bit, just because I have a car and I can.
I'm listening to some mad fucking Trick Daddy right now.
Well, I'm about to.
Actually, no, I'm about to listen to bed.
HA - my fucken mother would totally say that.
I just got off of the phone with my Rev.
I fucken miss that kid like a mother fucker.
I guess that he and I came to a consensus that I was going to try to NOT see Dylan AT ALL.
Shawn and I might have a sit down with him, though.
Not that it would do good.
Good fucking night.
ps. this entry is dedicated to fucking