I plan more or less my whole weekend around you, and you fuck me over. Thank you for that.

And I'm sorry, because as it turns out, I could have stayed..

And I'm sorry for not listening to your advice.
(That one is for [quite] a few people...)

Little Miss Sunshine is a really good movie; thanj you for recommending it to me.

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Steve Irwin, the motherfuckin' Crocodile Hunter, is dead. Stingray barb through the chest ( Read more... )

Helen called me last night but I got home from the U.S. Open at 3:00 am and got less than no sleep and then got up at 7:00 for tennis which was canceled so I brought my new racquet to Courtside to get it strung so maybe I'll even have that for tomorrow which would be wonderful even though the scrimmage is canceled and I just have practice (a ( Read more... )

I really really enjoy waiting around ALL DAY for something that ends up to be NOTHING. It's a pretty fun thing. I love being blown off. Love, love, love, love, love it.

I spent my evening at the Santagata's. For a while I was just kind of roaming around, talking to Tori and Amanda Hildebrant (who I can't stand) and Brittany and Peter's sister. But later, I started hanging out with Mike's friends. They are really fucking funny. I really enjoyed it. And they were drunk as hell. So was my dad; I had to drive him home ( Read more... )

From now until school - or, actually, until the winter - my life is pretty much going to revolve around tennis. From 9:00 to 3:00 for the next two weeks and then whenever Swinson has me come in from there. Aye ( Read more... )

This has potential to be the greatest thing ever.

And by the way, I might be an idiot.

But that's okay: greatest thing ever.

Oh, and by the way, beach for two weeks: 16 New York Ave. Call me if you want to come down and you can stay if you want. (Kieran's coming! Matthew and Mallory are coming!)

I'm leaving today. So goodbye again.

Honey, I'm home...

I am uncertain.