get out. get out. get out.
1:26 p.m. - 05.01.05

i suppose that august 2005 is coming up fast. the fact that alex and i are to be wed at the end of the summer almost slipped my mind. that's it darling, you have to come back from toronto now.

so, i am still confused, maybe more so than before. i am sitting at a house i probably shouldn't be at right now, but really, what do i care? maybe i do. maybe i do...

i don't understand why you're both still out there. come here. come see ME. jesus fucking christ.

potter comes soon. that's exciting, like no other.

i think i will be in calgary next month. shit dudes, that reminds me, i have to pay rent. ahhh.

nothing too deep guys. nothing too personal. i would say call me if you want to know, but my phone hasn't been working due to lack of funds and laziness? who knows. or a confusing chain of billing situations. you know how it goes...

there's always drama in my life. why can't i just have a day without it? just one day. nope. nope. can't happen.

did you know my best match is taurus? well...i kinda fucked that one up, and now i'm trying to pick it up a again, but feeling like a bigger douche.

come to vancouver. anyone. please. i miss you kids.

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