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Friday, August 11, 2006

    pay phones are fucking disgusting*


i've learned i could never ever have a gay roommate.
they have boyfriends.
and they have sex.
and they are LOUD.
it's fucking creepy.

granted, i spent most of my time staying with them listening to my ipod and crying until i couldn't cry anymore, but i got a coupla sound bites here and there.
i don't ever wanna have to experience that shit again.

the gay porn? not so bad. i can just turn that shit off or leave the room.
two grown ass men fucking two rooms away from you?
oh heeeeeeellllllllllll no.
i still love them to death, but i'd like to live under the presumption that they're just great to hang out and shop with and don't have sex.

so.....long story short, i'm back home.
where i wanna be.
it took a little time but we talked/fucked it out, and we're back to our annoying little lovey-dovey selves.
yay.
i was only gone for like a day and a half, but i missed this place.
i didn't like coming back to a bunch of broken glass and a smashed guitar that I bought, but i'll take what i can get.

oh yeah, thanks to the folks who sent me nice emails and were genuinely were concerned about me.
i love y'all.
to the others, y'all can kiss my fat ass and choke on a sick dick.

i would've replied sooner but i sorta kinda broke the crackberry yesterday.
i may or may not have thrown it against the wall and jumped on it a few times cause it wouldn't click the little comments linky thing so i could reply there.
i swear the more money i spend on something, the more likely i am to break it. that's why i'm so damn cheap [sometimes].
and today, well, J and i had finals this morning and a few days of sex to catch up on.
so, it's not that i don't love you enough to reply to your emails, i've just been busy.

my sister and nephew were supposed to fly in tomorrow but since our little falling out over this, that's not happening.
i'm just gonna spend the weekend and the next two weeks doing nothing but eating a bunch of junk, watching football, and having sex.
it's what i do best.

*completely irrelevant but so true.

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