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Tim says,

"i like dick."

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So it's been a while hasn't it? Something like a month, I don't care to check.

Thank you to those who commented on my last journal. I don't have much time to respond anymore, and I rarely get to check them. I do check whenever I get the chance, and they make me smile, so please comment if you feel up to it.

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****** was a punk rocker. And one morning after a drunk night, after going to bed trashed in all our clothes, she woke me up and she wasn't wearing any pants. Or underwear. Nothing from the waist down except socks.

Nature took its course.

Then she got back together with her psycho ex-boyfriend. Guy's a fucking loon. And she needs to get away from him. I care for her a lot, but I don't want a relationship with her. I guess I just don't see it working in that way.

He knows where I live, what I look like, what my name is, and that he hates me. And that he's prone to violent outbursts and fits of anger. And I think I want to break his kneecaps.

He's treated her like a dog. She can't stand up for herself.

So it goes.

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Unexpected things happen in unexpected ways. It might look simple enough on paper, but...

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I've got maybe a more realistic profile pic that I'll update with at some point.

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"Every great film has a beginning, a middle, and an end... not necessarily in that order."

I'd advise you to think about everything that happens to you in this same way.