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...if only i could be guaranteed that it would last. I hate that i doubt myself. I get these thoughts in my head about him that are too scary to mention to anyone. Daydreams. They've got to stop. I'll have to keep them to myself for a few... years. I'm a weirdo. I don't know if he realizes the extent to which i am. Enough gooshiness. I can't take work anymore. I'm making zero dollars. My cushy little stockpile of money is slowly depleating; I have no idea where it went. Ok, well, some. But i didn't mind spending it. Work is getting to be like a deja vu of last summer. The weather's even similar. Tomorrow at work i'm gonna scan the classifieds before i do the crossword. Another serving position at a chain might be more work, but it'll sure as hell be more money. Tonight i'm gonna check out gradschool options at UF. Then i wanna go to maude's with E.Cox and read A Brief History of Time and drink coffee and be happy. (Google: Shel Silverstein- The Giving Tree) Speaking of gradschool, my diploma should be arriving to P.O. Box 158 Worthington Springs Fl 32697 in the next month.(!) Maybe i can talk the 'rents into getting it framed for me. That'd be kickass. I hate that I suck. But I love that I have an inspiration now. I should make a mix CD. For, for the first time, someone who is not me. |
okay.