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[Sep. 17th, 2007|10:45 am] |
Fuck. I'm sick....I knew it. I can always tell when I'm about to get sick. Basically, I feel like someone ran over my sinuses with an eighteen wheeler.
It was so fucking weird though. The other night I talked to a long, lost friend that I hadn't heard from in seven years. He just called out of the blue and it was really strange, because I was thinking about calling him since his birthday was on the13th, but I didn't know his number. And then on Saturday, he just calls. It was so weird and awkward talking to him. I guess I just expected that same eight year old kid that had a thing for Spawn and a speech impediment. He sounded so different. It was weird. Not even like "my balls dropped" different. It was more like "I changed my whole fucking lifestyle so now I sound like that retard Abel who never drew you that picture" different. It was very strange to say the least. Now I guess he listens to hard-core rap and gets drunk with his friends and wears his pants half-way off his ass. It just kind of took me by surprise and I felt a little uncomfortable talking to him. I really don't think we have anything in common anymore. Plus, I'm sure I came off like a total retard, because when there's awkward silences and I don't know what to say I end up rambling and saying something completely stupid. I'm pretty sure I ended up calling myself a lesbian whose desperate for some lovin'. Yeah, definitely as bad as it sounds. |
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