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[04 Jul 2003|05:19pm] |

this is not how i feel.
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[04 Jul 2003|06:55pm] |
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we went to a lebanese restaurant last night. ate some food, had some hookah. it was just me, tasha, christina, krista, colin, and michael. we went back to tasha's house and decided to migrate to michael's since his mom was gone. we went over there and had a few drinks. i met andrea for the first time, and she brought her friend lauren. deborah brought more drinks. i played a mini-show. we just listened to music and started fight club. everyone went to sleep at around 3. deborah, krista, and i went outside and talked for a while, then we came back in. then i woke up at around noon and colin took me home.
that's all i want to elaborate on that.
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krista came over to get some cds and she cried and hugged me. and later i went upstairs and just cried her a river (badum-ch).
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"talk to her" is such a great movie. i love it a lot. caetano veloso's "cucurrucucu paloma" oozes emotion. so perfect.
the end. boo hoo.
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