oops.

i will not go to detroit tonight.

i feel ever so disconnected.

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i feel sick.
no, i do not like the things i'm thinking.
i wish they'd go away.
fuck, i was just doing fine.

ps i heard this the other day and i thought it was grand. the only way to get over someone, is to get under someone. love it.

i give it 2 months. and i don't want to know about it.

you are so petty.
i'm not your friend any more?
ha.
what the fuck?
i didn't do anything.
i shouldn't care.
i almost don't.
i hope soon enough i won't.
but i think i deserve better than what you are giving me.
i think i deserve an explanation.
things like this make me want to move even more.
i had a good time last night.
and an even better one in

but not really.
i'm just going to have to go on record as saying i hate remembering drunkin words.
and i feel bad for feeling good.
and i feel bad for saying those things.
but it's not like i feel bad enough to not drink.
come on.

this weekend was freakin wonderful.
detroit was good to me, my friend even.
good times.
cool people.
cholesterol burger.
i needed that.
though some drunkin things make me wonder.
yes, cryptic and vague thoughts again.

the a-team is so realistic.
i bowled a 129.
i saw jill.
i don't want to go to work.
i am alone and lonley.