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Tuesday, March 6, 2007 this very moment how can i possibly feel like this? honestly. right now, he's so many miles away. but he's still here. all the time. i can't get rid of him. i feel foolish :) and silly and ...BLAH! but i don't give a fuck. and i really can't talk about it. really. i don't know what to do with myself. it's like every emotion at once. i'm fantastic! GOD listen to me. any fuckin who.. work's... work. very very repetitive. monotonous. boring. but i know it's money, so i'm content. :) and there's really nothing else to say. content is so boring. sigh :) but it's a nice break from being pissed off at everything. i get my car friday, if all goes well. i'm fucking ecstatic. can't wait. '84 cutlass. a mere two more days till i'm gangsta! hah. mmkay, i'm out. enough cheese for one night. GOODNIGHT WORLD!! i'm glad we're back on good terms. love you, bitch. :)