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What is it that I want.

A real boy.
Real friends that I call and hang out with, and that do the same for me.
To give a shit about my job and to not do the least amount of work after arriving late and before leaving early.
To get around to cleaning the damn garage.
To not eat so damn much.
To get my ass on the road and run (run!).
To not use my credit card or take out school loans I don't need.
To reply to emails from old friends.


That's my list for now.

I ran today. That's a start.


... I would rather have written something poetic ...