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Sunday, January 29, 2006
I should be playfully flirting, not holding my breath waiting for one person. What the heck is that all about? It should be fun, it should make me laugh and make me smile, not make me want to cry. So there it is, my epiphany. I should be happy instead of sad, what a novel concept. And the funny thing is that I seem to have (excuse the gay cowboy reference) "quit you". Whats the point? It just got so silly, the moping around, the "woe is me" shindig started to annoy even me. And I don't feel it anymore. Maybe I can only be sad about either my love life or trig and trig just won out this semester. Yeah... that sounds good.
Listen @ 2:49 PM
