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Ready. Set. Write. Well, that's something I have not been doing. Nobody's been caring too much about it, either. Where's my Christina? Where's the maintainer from Jaded Hollywood? Did I miss something? I love Brendon. Just jamming with him inspires me so much, if I could spend the rest of my life making music with him, I would. Oh course - I realize I'm a little late on the uptake, but my relationship with him is the highlight of my life. In a non-homosexual way. I feel quite unaccomplished in not writing anything today, and having not cleaned up a bit around here. I'm tearing apart, and still sitting before this blasted machine and typing away.. for what? I promised Brendon something new by tomorrow, and all I've been doing this past week as far as guitar goes is blue soloing. I wrote lyrics, but they're far too personal to share with Brendon. Besides, I'm indifferent to them now. I'm accepting the fact that I won't be able to share everything with that man. That's all for now. Be glad I actually wrote something.
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