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Fuk the RIAA. was written at 18 Mar 07 - 19:22 |
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So I guess a few nights ago we had a real big fight, like we were not-friendly-ly wrestling, because I as swinging about and he was doing his best to stop me I guess. It's pretty blurry. He's over a foot taller than me so I guess it wasn't much of a match, but my muscles are still sore so I think I must have put up a good fight. He says I didn't but I think that's male chauvinism talking. I don't know when I started resorting to violence, I'm not proud of it. I think it might have been when I finally realized even if I tried I really can't hurt anyone :/ : :( *worthless* I've really gotta stop communicating on the internet through it's various forms when I'm incredibly drunk. It's a very humbling experience. I'm drinking now, but I'm remembering when I back-tracked this morning :/// <--that's the smiley for discerning my stupidity. Honesty is golden but not when it's ridden with drunken sentiment. UGH! (why does spell-check want me to capitalize 'internet'? What is this, 1997?.) I'm stressed about the future. And at the same time I know Adam is even more, I look over at him and he makes a sad face and says "I'm sorry" about five times a day. This is a big improvement from, what I estimated to be about 15-20 times a day. Stress is a stupid blanket of disguise and makes everything seem blown out of proportion. I had to ask him how to spell proportion, so I guess he must by now suspect that I'm writing a pointless text message to my future self. This should just be another google doc, but whatever, I just thought about that now, and what's the point of cutting and pasting when I could simply go on rambling in that time, instead? I still don't like how his mother controls all his money, it makes me feel like I'm a plebe under her tyrannical rule, but I guess it's better than being a refugee w/o the internet. And if I did flea, like I have several times in the past, though I have never been mugged in my life, there is a chance I'd encounter a feign who would see dollar signs on my worn-out bag, and they'd steal my computer, and if that happened I'd just walk into traffic, so I don't know. Plus i can't leave behind the shared hard drive that's got more illegal mp3's than you could ever imagine. Ok, just kidding, I'm stupid and I paid for them all. But who would know the difference right? RIGHT?? R.I.G.H.T. ???? That's what I thought.
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