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Dear Jeff,
I like you. You're a hard headed son of a bitch, though. It's great and that's why I like you. But man, the roads are bad...really bad. Especially from Moon to Wexford. Well, I hope you have a safe journey home.
Oh, and I haven't seen you in 2 weeks. I don't know if I'll be able to visit you tomorrow because of the weather. I don't trust all those trucks going up there in the snow...especially after the accidents tonight. Sorry babe.
I miss you,
Jenny.
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Dear Brad,

For as much as we didn't have the time to hang out when you were home...I miss you being here. This is partly because you're a pretty fun guy to hang out with and partly because sometimes you're the only guy who makes any sense anymore.

Signed,
Jenny.

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Sometimes people ask you for favors...
- Will you walk my dog?
- Will you copy this for me?
- Could you help me out here?
But, you hardly ever hear a person say...
- Will you help me regain my empathy for humans?
- Will you help me find my trust in our species?
- Could you help me cleanse my soul?
Current Music:
I would like to know.
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What if the person you considered smartest man in the world came up and said to you:

"Your life has been reduced to lies."

Would you still think of him the same way you did before.  
Before he started telling truths...
and stopped filling your head with little sayings and poetries?

Would you keep living the life you are?

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What if someone you had met a short time ago 
became a person you think about constantly?

Then you realize you have feelings for this person....

Only to be reminded that people are filthy animals.

The voice inside your head goes:
"Heh, you're only fooling yourself, kid."

And you're not sure what that means.

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Yesterday (December 26, 2006) :
* Awoke at 7:30...Kaitlyn needed a nap so we went back to sleep.
* My aunt calls at 9 something and Kaitlyn and I finally get to the mall.
* There's no one there...nice.
* Get home and leave to meet Brad...at the mall.
* Brad is the only Canadian in the world that won't ice skate.
* Can't get ahold of Tim so there was no ice skating.
* Went bowling with Tracey, Sara, and Tooch....free bowling.
* Took Sara home.
* Went to see Chay at Joannes.
* I fucking love Joanne and Tiffany!
* It was really nice seeing Chay again.
* and Tommy!



Today (December 27, 2006) :
* Watched Donnie Darko.
* Cleaned my house...well the upstairs at least.
* Dropped kids off at the movies.
* Bought Gina her cupcakes.
* Talked to Jeff. (happy face)
* Ate green beans with Gina and Tracey.
* Tim got home late and was wore out from work so no ice skating.
* Trav was at a party...so no Trav for Tracey.
* So we just went home.





Today was by no means as good as yesterday.
Current Music:
El Scorcho
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First matter of business.
 Anyone have Chay's number?
I don't. I lost all my numbers in fact.

Second.
 Anyone know if/when he is coming home?

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Another weekend.   No action.
What the hell.

I may need to make a booty call.

shit man.

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I just kind of just wanted this in here.   Man, we were fucked up.







I might see him Saturday, if not, I'm cool with that.


My new goal is to join the mile high club.   Any takers?
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New Idea:
Let's get drunk and not worry about anything.



Ok, so it's not so new, but whatever.
Current Mood:
thirsty Loose.
Current Music:
Til the water breaks the levy.
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P.S. - I miss you.


Current Location:
Basement.
Current Mood:
weird weird
Current Music:
The Cure
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