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| Well shit guys. It's been awhile.
As most of you can tell I didn't make it back to NY.
That might change. Blame\Thank Connell.
... I miss pillars.
I miss my friends.
Fuck awkwardness. I want my damn friends back. Fuck relationships. I tried this again. Its STILL not working. I want to cook for my friends. (Did I mention i miss Jason's BBQs?) I wanna hit Pillars on Fridays. I wanna sit and watch my friends play pool and drink. I want my Dark Angels. My 180's. I want my damn TT games back.
Guys... I miss you.
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| Why, when was life ever easy for me?
Alright. So here is my new summer schedule.
Driving to Reno on Thursday.
Flying from Reno to Syracuse on Saturday.
Picking Ken up the 18th.
Hanging out. Going home with him sometime during that week.
I've been packing like a maniac. plus i've been hella sick. Which hasn't help any.
Damnable plague flu. That traveled to my lungs. ugh.
Gotta finish packing. I don't have much left, really. And some of it's Genie's stuff. And some of it she's sending to me and some of it meg'll send to me (like my swords).
One more box to pack for tomorrow's shipment, hopefully i'll be able to send it.
much loves.
Expect me in ny, folk. And becky cant wait for you to get home so i can bug you.
Ben - HIHIHIHIHI!
Loves
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A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides
Or a fortune for your disaster
I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get me just right
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
Oh oh oh oh
I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all
And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself
Whoa
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get us right
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
We only want to sing you to sleep
(In your bedroom speakers, whoa whoa)
We only want to sing you to sleep
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank, and we walk the plank
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
Broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we're alone (Woah)
We're broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we're alone
Oh oh oh oh
So.......
I had like the best night, but I'm feeling like shit. I got to talk to Ken for over an hour again tonight and it was enlightening. He likes things I do. He likes things I don't. We're both looking to turn over a new leaf and begin again. We both need this. I can't wait to get there. I can't wait to see him.
But here I sit sobbing my eyes out. I don't know why I'm so upset. And it's nothing he did, or anything Megan did. Or even Genie, she couldn't manage to piss me off tonight. What the fuck is wrong with me?
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| So yeah.
Ok so this is how my Summer SHOULD BE going.
June 24th: Leave Tempe for Reno
June 27th: Leave Reno for Detroit
June 30th: Make it to Detroit in time for Donnie's Bro's Graduation
July 4th\5th: Head to Superior , WI.
July 9th: Get back to Detroit, pick up Ken at Airport
July 10th\11th: Get to Penn.
July 13th: See Harry Potter Opening Night (hopefully)
July 20th: Head Back to NY
Busy bloody fucking summer, no?
I can't wait to get to PA. I'm so sick of Arizona.
Saw Pirates last night. BOOYA. Good fucking movie, went as Tia Dalma. huzzah.
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| So. I told Genie off today. At comedy no less.
We're going to smile and nod at me. Who fucking thinks I'm intelligent? Told her I'm sick of them fucking calling all the time. I hate them and I don't like them. If she wants them around as friends, then fuck it. I'm out of here. They call her, im her and text her all the fucking time.
What a birthday gift I gave her.
Go me for being a dick but c'est la vie, no?
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