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[26 Dec 2005|08:00pm] |
 There's no longer any point to this journal, and I'm going to delete it soon. I liked this one, and I wrote some good things and had new and old things and young things for nearly 2 years. Whatever, if I kept this it would just be me being sad and not thinking much. So if you read it ever say bye or something!
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[23 Dec 2005|01:05am] |
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Things are really terrible. But today I met Richie, a gay black crosseyed UPS man from Miami. He's going to the Getty for Christmas and he gave me his number so we can kick it and learn about telemarketing or something. Also, my new dream boy is Jimmie Walker circa 1975.
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