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Oh my god.
So I met up with Joey and his friend Jason at Daly City bart today, and we kicked it in SF on Haight.
Joey is so great..sigh. I got to kiss him. It was awesome. I started to cry on bart, because I'm a pussy.. and because I probably won't see him again for quite a long time.
Last night Lilay and I kicked it at union landing. I personally had a spiffy time.
Some old guy at the bart station tisked me for sitting on the ground. He reminded me of my grandfather..and I wanted to tell him to leave me the fuck alone. But I did not.
Joey gave me a terror pin. It's rad.
I've noticed that sentences I wirte on here are extremely choppy; I hope I don't do that in essays.
I don't think so, I think they are choppy because I don't take pride in what I write here. No offense to the stupid blurty people or anything..
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