Whenever the girls are here I get a little sad. I know she’s out then, having fun, dancing. Someone else’s hands on my favorite dress. I really need to get over this.
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- Starting over in 2010
- 12/30/2009
- Screw that. I ain't going anywhere.
- A cheery wave goodbye.
- First years in the ghetto
- What I want.
- I hate Lithium
- My first broken nose.
- You can't hide the knives.
- Return of the rat
- Peer pressure
- Enoch and David are assholes.
- Beach Walkers.
- 12/22/09
- Day 1.
- Lithium
- On second thought... (The Angry Blog)
- Nope. Nothing. The Purple Bottle.
- James is not a cool jumper.
- Tina
- Disclamer.
- A little back and forth.
- Lets get the baby high.
- After thinking it over I decided to go ahead and g...
- Ode to Grub part II
- Storytelling
- 12/13/2009 9 pm
- Who loves the sun?
- The salad days.
- And so i am a writer.
- blah..
- How to make a first impression part II
- Calling my self a writer. It feels good.
- It'll be a fine day.
- We own the night.
- Avi Buffalo
- Joanna tried to poison me.
- I can't seem to get away from that place.
- My friends. A love letter to you.
- One final note for the day.
- Larry wasn't all bad.
- Aww man, that ain't cool
- 1977
- Everybody's Happy Nowadays
- We shared a ruined moment.
- Product of a fucked situation
- In retrospect, 9th grade wasn't really that bad.
- Cave in
- It's not all "Poor Me"
- She-Deleter
- Urban Cowboy
- No Age
- Don't say a word. The last one is still stinging.
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