Sunday, July 03, 2005
Sara Bir is on her way over to my house. I don't know what we'll end up doing. I'm a little tired. My sinuses was on bug so I took a pill and now feel a little bit to chill. Like disconected and disjointed. I imagine that I'll survive. I wish that we had a little bit more time then i think we do. It'd be fun to ride bikes and show her some Rincon Valley sites. There aren't many but I'd like for her to get the feel of my area of town.
i haven't been depressed or anything, if you've been wondering. I just don't feel much like writing. I think it's the actual physical act of typing. I don't wanna do it. It's bugging me right now to be putting these keystrokes up. Weird. I'm typing well but it seems very annoying.
Hey, go over and check out Evil's blog. He's onto some interesting subject matter lately having initiated a break-up and a stint in therapy to deal with some girlfriend shit. It's golden.
There is this girl with black hair that works over at Sawyer's News. It's right across the street from my work. Anyway, i totally love her. Love how she looks. Today there was a little article about her volunteer work at the needle exchange in the P.D, that's our local paper. I wonder if it'd be weird of me to cut out her picture and stick it up on my fridge. I think it would. i might do it anyway, but only for awhile. I don't think I'd like anyone to see it. What if through some odd set of circumstances she came over. They'd be way odd but, what if? What if she did and saw the picture. That'd be so funny. Like funny ha-ha. To me. To her it'd prolly be scary. That's what makes it funny. To me.
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i haven't been depressed or anything, if you've been wondering. I just don't feel much like writing. I think it's the actual physical act of typing. I don't wanna do it. It's bugging me right now to be putting these keystrokes up. Weird. I'm typing well but it seems very annoying.
Hey, go over and check out Evil's blog. He's onto some interesting subject matter lately having initiated a break-up and a stint in therapy to deal with some girlfriend shit. It's golden.
There is this girl with black hair that works over at Sawyer's News. It's right across the street from my work. Anyway, i totally love her. Love how she looks. Today there was a little article about her volunteer work at the needle exchange in the P.D, that's our local paper. I wonder if it'd be weird of me to cut out her picture and stick it up on my fridge. I think it would. i might do it anyway, but only for awhile. I don't think I'd like anyone to see it. What if through some odd set of circumstances she came over. They'd be way odd but, what if? What if she did and saw the picture. That'd be so funny. Like funny ha-ha. To me. To her it'd prolly be scary. That's what makes it funny. To me.
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