The End. Thanks for Reading.

Aug 22, 2007 10:32

My eyes opened at 11:45 am. I'm 20 years old. I have been for a whole day. My iPhone is flashing 5 text messages. Our flight is about to leave. Love you. I still smelled of cigarettes from the night before, and my throat felt like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing up against each other every time I tried to form a word on Arteen's voice mail. I roll ( Read more... )

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cat_confuser August 23 2007, 10:35:30 UTC
yeah, don't forget to post the adress of your next journal ! (^_^)
tell me if you're ever in a play in Paris, at the Chatelet or something !
And who knows, in a movie one day ?

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anonymous August 29 2007, 02:04:26 UTC
you will never take it down bobo. we all try at one time, but you know the truth. we will be 40 years old bitching about our children on this thing. and i will still be anonymous.

...but if this is truly the last comment i will leave on this god forsaken journal its this. if your ever in a play in Paris, dont tell me. i really couldnt care less. and if you're in a movie someday...only tell me if its a porn...so i can laugh. thanks for all the memories.

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peachjam22 September 5 2007, 04:38:21 UTC
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

please dont... i find you to be insightful, and incridibly pretentious

but all the same i like you journal and insist you keep it up.

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