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| i just cant let go.
http://xanga.com/forcefullyhappy
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| I have become a dead artist, why might you ask that I state that? well it seems in my absence I've become popular, being that I havent updated yet people still keep subscribing? not that this necessarily means anything, but im going to let it mean something for a moment, or at least give me an excuse to post this here.
I recieved an unexpected letter in the mail yesterday, although I had asked for the letter to be written, it was so long ago that I had forgotten about it , so when seeing it, at first i did the obligatory double take over the name placing who it was indeed from, and then a slight hesitation before opening just to brace myself on what might lay in store for me.... and then i read it, and then i read it again, and then one more time, and then i had my mom read it, then a friend read it........... what was inside this letter might you wonder?
The most delightful bout of nothingness ever, It was whimsical, adorable, well articulate... and did i mention delightful??? it was as if i had written it myself, then mailed it to someone in michigan and had them mail it back to me... because honestly im the only other person i know that writes letters like that to people, and i have always wanted someone to do the same for me...
this weekend was quite eventful, but evenso the enjoyment of that letter exceeds all else,
so thank you, thank you very much.
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| Hi thisremains! It's been 446 (wow, that's a big number) days since you joined Xanga... won't you support us by going Premium?
you are right, that is a big number, too big. so xanga, its time for me to move on. all this has ended up being is another place for me to blurt out all my negativity and whining bitchy rants, making me appear to be something im not, but thats the internet for you.
so, thanks for the times, its been real.
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| so the wild and crazy adventure is over, and everything is once again back to normal.. well i think it is at least.
except staying those hours alone yesterday in that apartment, seeing the surroundings, knowing how much it costs, and looking at the jobs available in my field, the crazy little idea of moving to dallas again has fluttered back in, if im going to move anywhere, that would be the most reasonable, i have family there, i know people, i know how to get around, its only 2 1/2 hours away, it just seems all very feasible.
and i could even afford to live alone, but if i wanted to i dont think it would be that hard to even find a roommate.
who knows though if it happens it wont be till october, so we've got time to change our mind a few hundred times.
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| its interesting the things you can learn about a person by just looking around at their computer desk, i came here without romantic intentions, gassed on the idea of what the hell might as well you only live once and he looks nice in pictures, and here i sit, in the apartment of a guy ive had 3 online conversations with and now one face to face, this ranks number one in my most absurd ridiculous things of my life.......
but back to his desk, theres an empty package of camel lights, an empty keystone light, a taco bueno cup, a hank williams cd, and a joan of arc cd... on the wall in front is a really neat traditional style drawing of a sparkplug and skull with his name, an interesting painting of a simplistic frankenstien, and a fucking awesome painting of skulls and crosses in pink and green... and on the other side of the monitor theres a japanese anime girl that speaks...
overall, i approve of his space, i dont smoke mind you, but i can deal.
welp, now only 3 more hours till he comes home. will he want to kiss me in the daylight? | | |
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