| Not even half done. But I'm tired and dosed up on beer and cold medicine.
Its the most ridiculous things from one of the worst movies ever.
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| Yeah it's been a while.
As most everyone in my life knows, I don't get along well with my father. Its been almost a year since we last spoke. I'm sure it's not entirely his fault, I know I'm not perfect. This past weekend, both my sisters on my moms side stayed here for a scrapbooking party. And they both tried their damnedest to put me in a position to talk to my dad. Well, this past wednesday I missed a call, and a voice mail from him while I was at work. Assuming my sister had tried with him what she had tried on me, I imagined he was calling to "touch base", or some other such BS I give a rats ass about. Well three nights later I work up the courage to give my voicemail a listen. I guess I may have been setting myself up for a bit more than what I know to be realistic, but the reason for the call was to ensure I got a message about a debt collection that had been bugging him. Needless to say, my self esteem is basically at the bottom of a puddle right now. And yes, I realize this is a weird thing to hear from me, as I'm usually an egotistical asshole.
Also, Sam moved back to Florida. Maybe I'll visit McGiffin soon.
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| Hey guys, I think I found a use for this xanga that you have been so insistent I update. And you asked for it. Screw all you guys, its now my portfolio. All my new drawings. Starting with Syd Barrett.
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