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[punkshoes]

i have a feeling that life in st louis these next few months is going to be painfully boring. i should get a coke habit or something. or i should just work more. i don't even know if i have a job right now. coooool.

and then there's this:

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[strctlyexplicit]

Let's start our very own production of the Real World. I get to be the only token homo though.

[punkshoes]

only if i can be your roomate

[strctlyexplicit]

AHH SHIT..definitely..as long as we're boozing it up during the entire show.

[punkshoes]

deal!

[daisyluffer]

[Have you ever liked someone you had no chance with?]: ha, probably a billion times

why did i not write down either Matty V or Billy?

man, Im lame.

♥

[punkshoes]

uh, erin totally has a million classes with doog and she says we might hang out?!?! prediction: i am going to get really drunk and try to make out with him

[misstakeyoumake]

thats a great photo.

[punkshoes]

thank you =)

why da funk your shit no show up on me friends page?

[yourdeadend]

I don't know what dialic that is in, maybe australian rapper. maybe irish rapper. but for real, how come I don't see your crap on my friends page? maybe lj is broken right now. I just woke up cause of you. the noise from the email of your lj comment woke me up, but I had to wake up 20 minutes later anyways so I'll forgive you.

don't worry about the job thing, I think it means you will be a successful photographer. no one that is successful in the artsy feild of life can hold a steady job. I mean writers never have a job...

my head hurts.

I guess I'll go to work soon.

-ivo erk