In the past half an hour two different companies called my house telling me that Jan and George owe money. I spent eight dollars on a wrap today. I want to go to the poetry slam on Monday but I have a feeling none of my friends would dig it.
Also: Today was the best day ever. Five more until 666.
Josh got drunk yesterday afternoon and crashed his car. Sucks. I have a planned parenthood appointment today and I probably won't go. Never an insipid day, man.
I think I want to post one of those reflective posts where I drone on and on about my life. I know I shouldn't do that to you but I don't have many receptive outlets anymore. I've cut too many out; perhaps they've cut me
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