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one day this will contain more than me bitching about how i don't do it enough. until then, what else do i have to talk about? and who really cares anyway. its all just an exercise. ha ha. see, I've been putting this off because every time i think about doing it in involves going on some deeply personal rant of expression and i don't want to do that here, so i am all like, well, i cant do it. but that is so not the point. doing it is the point. just like you heard. tell em like it is. labor day weekend. big weekend. its my birthday. god damn it is cold in this northern california land. chilly at night. tepid during the day. love you! love it. love it. love it. love it. lies. lies. lies. lies my mother told me. 'you can do anything' not a lie. its on the way. driving. i heard there was a tear. a switch. a snitch. ad well obviously a change. seesh. got to bring the experience of being to bear. now. later. ever. have you seen her have you seen her have you seen her? yup. really this exists in that vague no where land between sleep and wake only mostly wake but so close to sleep as i feel asleep with the lights on. passed out in my own bed alone. then i woke up. put dinner away. brushed and flossed and decided it was about god damn time i just did this and stopped pussy footing around. is that a wrong term to use? i don't think i have ever used it. i mean, whatever. like i care. no actually i do care. i don't think its wrong but it is kinda gross. pussy footing. no. no thanks. well, stopped dicking around. better. still vulgar, but better.