| awww... xanga. you've become so complicated in attempts to become something other than what you were.
I miss your simplicity.
please come back to me.
I remember bolt. I remember what happened to it.
please don't go that way. I love you.
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| How sweet it is to have found you.
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| stop coming to my site. I see you in my "footprints"
it's annoying me. I haven't written anything you need to concern yourself with.
If you didn't hate me, it'd be different. But, seeing as you do, you don't need to know about my life.
For the rest of you who still read this silly thing, here is a list of recent activity:
I now work at a BP station. It pretty much sucks. I will hopefully be getting a second job at economy. At this establishment I will do laundry for 12 hours a day in 110 degree heat. But... that's mandatory overtime! Time and a half!
that's 12 dollars an hour!
I am currently working on a side project... writing...... pop punk music. It's some pretty silly stuff.
I haven't done much of anything for weeks, and it's starting to show in all of my incomplete life plans.
The newest life plan? CSCC for culinary. Then to New York for a BA in the same. On to Cap City Diner where I will work as a soux chef. Then finally, my own pub, which I will eventually franchise. This will make me a multimillionaire and I will never have to work again. I'll simply have other people to do it. I'll keep myself busy by learning all there is to know about the religions of India and painting pictures of people I see on the street.
This makes me feel warm on my insides.
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