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6:45pm
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so
I went out last night and I drank a little, but it wasn't to hell
with the consequence. Meaning that I didn't go home with anyone,
I didn't participate in cheap sexual activities, I didn't get blastingly
stupidly pitifully drunk. I had a nice time actually, till a boy
named Mark came up and pretty much made me feel like shit. it's
that whole "the truth hurts" bit. what he said that bothered
me the most? that no one is going to ever care about me. but he
doesn't know me, he is just a drunk fool so I really shouldn't let
it get to me, so I won't. someone said to me that I hang out with
the wrong crowd and he's right but I am so pathetic that I'd rather
hang out with the wrong crowd than no crowd at all.
i
went food shopping yesterday and I wanted to make these bean enchiladas
that are so good. stupid starmarket. First of all, they had one
brand, ONE, of refried beans. one brand. one. in tucson, you have
a choice I'd say from about fifty three brands, maybe more. And
search though I may, I couldn't find a single can of enchilada sauce.
and everything was located in the special aisle, the international
foods aisle, the place for the "crazy foods". the lack
of good mexican food here is depressing. don't you people realize
what you are missing?
I
bought a new pillow a week or so ago for ten dollars and it is easily
the best pillow I've ever owned. Granted, my previous pillows were
nothing to write home about, but my head has found its happy little
head heaven and I am very pleased. it's covered in this soft gray
material that feels so nice. I wish my skin was made of this soft
gray material. I'd be so happy.
I
think it is quite sad how no one believes that Thom Yorke and I
are to be married. it's just jealousy, I know.
I
think maybe I am going to stop updating loafe with my stupid rambling
and just start putting up jeff buckley song lyrics. I love the feeling
that his music gives me. I can't describe it, but it is a sort of
sad comfort, full of nostalgia and restless desire.
I
keep hearing instant message sounds and I'm neither using any instant
messaging programs nor am I online. I think I just might be going
crazy.
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