I never really thought much about death.  It's come to mind that I will not know what to do when someone I love dies, perhaps.  I had a grandmother die when I was young, seven years old maybe.  Really, it just didn't feel too terribly tragic or important.  I remember crying, but not feeling too much of anything.
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I don't even know what to write about on here now. Not that I ever did, really.

I have a job, and I've kept it more than a month...pretty cool.

I get very bored now. I really want to see people that I haven't seen in forever.
Someone leave me a comment.

It's strange to me, really, how many changes I've had in the last two months.
Everything is for the better.

Please leave me comments, it would be wonderful.

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In a few months it's going to be that time of year where I force myself to search for perfect boots and an interesting coat. I always fail at that.

Hopefully I'm going to be getting this job at Taco Bell on North Church St. with Nate's "white mama" (who is a potential puppy-killer) and Elisabeth (who is rad as fuck).
That'd be kick-ass-awesome.

I have to take a shower now so I can get out of the house and go bitch at someone.

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Last night Chris was talking to his dad on the phone, and at one point his dad apparantly wanted to talk to me.

So I take the phone and his dad tells me that I need to "make sure Chris isn't out being drunk all night" and that I need to "jack him up in the morning" so he'd be on time.

I love parents. They're hilar.

I don't feel up to going to Bonnaroo anymore.
If you want to buy my ticket or know someone who would, leave me a comment or call me.
I'm not trying to get the full price for it. I just want to get rid of it.

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