| this blog is filled with regrets and anger that i no longer feel fit who i am.
they are my past.
and i hope to never return.
this will probably be my last post on xanga.
i am a different person from who you've seen here before.
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| cut me outta existence why don't you.
bitch.
grow up, let go, move on.
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| ive neglected xanga.
because what the fucks the point in sharing my life with those who don't really care?
those that do care already know whats up.
back to my xanga neglect.
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| "you gotta treat her like, treat her like a la-ady"
i christened beccas few weeks of freedom last night. harold and
kumar was entertaining to say the least. for those of you who got
drunk voicemails curtesy of lame lines in the movie, i apologize.
kinda.
the not-as-cool tyler stopped by. fascinating.
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| its great irony when someone tells you to do better for yourself, to
wait for someone worth your time, then turns around and becomes just
another guy from my past.
on a lighter note, i got to see Blu last night (the ritzy joint at the
top of the pfister). granted, i had to pretend john was my dad,
but it worked out in the end for a nice cocktail and a good smoke,
looking out over the lake. the stories about leaving "mom" made
the evening.
im really feeling like a fish outta water, what with my money issues,
my academic challenges, my warped social life, and my commitment
problem. oh, but it wouldn't be my life without it, i suppose.
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