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I've been pretty much hiding for a few days. The last day of shooting for Buffy came and went and I don't feel like writing a big, emotional entry about it like everyone else did. If I did, I'd fall apart and I can't let myself do that. I'm not going to name names either. Everyone knows who they are and they should know how much they mean to me by now. I forced myself to leave the house today and I went shopping by myself. Never again. I got told by these two girls that I ruined the show and that they hope I die for killing "their show". Nice. Really nice. I love you too. Someone needs to go shopping with me next time and be my bodyguard to protect me from people like that. *sighs*
Moving on, Greg got a journal. What took you so long? We went out to dinner last night and talked about so much. I hadn't seen him in a long, long time and it was really good to catch up. And yes, it was a date. Oh, you want details? Too bad. *smirk*
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