These are not the kind of thoughts that should be running through my head at this point in my life.
Hell. I would barely be able to live on my own anywhere but the ghetto.
And still...

My mind just won't shut up about it. It's only been just over three months.

Damn...

Strange how one night can blur perspectives.
Stranger how one night can make you realize that you've become a running joke.
I love you all. But remember, I'm damn good at keeping a poker face.
And words stab harder than any physical pain.

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I miss seeing everyone all the time.
I miss hanging out with everyone because it's what we do.
I miss trespassing and random drives to do nothing but take pictures.

But I wouldn't trade who I have now for anything.

I know I'm not around much anymore, but do me a favor guys...
Don't forget about me.

So. I've been working way too much.
I have nearly 34 hours in and I still have Friday and Saturday to work.
And now I'm sitting here with Robin just chillin'.
Later on a buddy from work is coming over to jam on Guitar Hero.

Stank.

They took the best manager I've ever had from me.
They took the best assitant manager I've ever had from me.

They replaced him with a coked-out double-talking man that is causing more problems than anything.
I need to do something.
I NEED to do something.

Because, quite frankly, I am fed up. Again.

I just slipped on ice for the first time this winter.
It fucking hurt. And it's funny as hell.

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Goddamn job...

Fuckin' A Al...
I love you dude. Seriously.