Febuary 18th, 2:18pm

i was born exactly 17 years ago, assuming the extra few seconds they tack on the end of a year count as exact.

Cache, Panera, under armour. fun evening, amazing movie, exactly what i needed.

by the way, expect soccer shorts over spandex for rugby.

real men wear short shorts. period.

yours,
~mike

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so anyway.

friday, after school ish, maybe 5 or so, town, food, Cache.

anyone who's interested or even cares, reply.

does anyone even read this?

so as i said before, my birthday is saturday. i'm trying to get something, maybe new york and such, plans to come..

if not, a little party out in ewing.

any takers?

yours,
~mike

p.s. grossed $115 from the snow and bithday money today. yum.

holy fucking hell we have a ton of snow..

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man..

i love being completely forgotten, having the only issues one's 'friends' care about being someone dumping him, the sheer lack of communication, that lovely desolate feeling. hearing about all the fun the day after.

go ahead, live the life i've always wanted. i just love it.

so by the way.

my 17th birthday is on the 18th, which is a saturday.

wink wink.

yours,
~mike

so nix that.. being happy and all. didn't last more than a day before she changed her mind.. complained about how much it hurt to do so. why do it then?
still 'friends', though.

uhg. too much drama.

yours,
~mike