i wanted to be there so badly. this is a secret: one time when i was at disneyland last week i disappeared to the bathroom for a long time, seemingly to take a number two. but the truth is we were eating soup out of breadbowls at this restaurant there and i had a private mental freak out. i started obsessively going through my memories of us in middle school, high school, college summers. i wanted to be able to give you a hug and laugh about things but i was in california and you were in boston! and i was on vacation but you were at home. boston is your home. i miss you. i am going to lunch with casey in a little bit before he leaves back for denton. i wish you were here too. it's frustrating.
so i guess we'll have to hang out a shit ton when i'm in town, no? like for real this time. i haven't been around you more than a couple of hours since you came to visit and that's some strange incomprehensible crime. it's nowhere near par talking on the interweb or texts. it's so much more lame in comparison. of course, i'm probably a lot less fun than you remember though. in fact, i'm a big jackass. HUGE. anyways, i miss you too.
weird happening - i ran into this kid i worked with over summer from SA. he went to school with Anne at NESA and he goes to berklee now. small world. anyways, he was walking with that broad that russel was dating senior year. bizzarrrooo. and i was walking on the street drinking free homemade wine that a customer pawned off on me out of a paper bag in between jobs. i felt classy and impressive.
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seriously. not even fucking around.
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weird happening - i ran into this kid i worked with over summer from SA. he went to school with Anne at NESA and he goes to berklee now. small world. anyways, he was walking with that broad that russel was dating senior year. bizzarrrooo. and i was walking on the street drinking free homemade wine that a customer pawned off on me out of a paper bag in between jobs. i felt classy and impressive.
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