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May 07, 2005 / 5:44 p.m.
spaghetti everyday for the last month.
red marks where you wear fancy shoes too much, or forget to wear tennis shoes to walk around a lot, and they rub your feet.
movies in the morning.
cutting the horribly long grass, it's brown when you're done, because no sun has been able to get to it, give it a week or two. and it'll be green.
back on the old train. the old familiar train of sadness. i could feel it coming two mountain ranges and a river away
i'll call amanda tonight and tell her i have a hott, last minute date, and that she should go to the party without me, and i'm sorry.
only it's all a lie, and i'm home depressed watching fucking COPS.
although, not that cops is bad...