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To my dismay I must admit I littered the other night. Littering is trashy, no pun intended. After a night of heavy drinking, digging a rather large hole in sand, and peeing in a thorn bush I reluctantly muddled our Rochester streets ( Read more... )

I've deleted my old journal, why you may ask? It's full of failed friendships and broken promises. I don't need reminders, all I need are my memories and experiences. I'm not asking for a fresh start, I just have a different perspective on life. Good times, though nothing monumental, and not to belittle or offend, but I realized that my friends ( Read more... )