Huh.

Well. This is unexpected.

Okay, so today was my second day (in a row!) off, and I decided that instead of spending the whole day reading like I did yesterday (Which was awesome, mind you.) I should be productive and get all my christmas shopping done. (Fuck you, I’m not captializing it.) So I went to Columbia and got like nine damn books from the library, then went shopping. I can’t really detail that, because I know you sneaky bastards would then proceed to figure out who got what. SO NO ASKING.

I got home, putzed around, and checked Facebook. Much to my astonishment, I had a message from Jessy. THE Jessy. (Not that she is a horrible person, I don’t mean to make it sound like that.) And I really have no idea how to react. I’m in no way angry at her, and haven’t wanted her in my life (AGAIN not in a bad way) for some years now. People move on. That’s fine. I’m honestly just more confused as to why she’s doing it now. Which is, what I think, I shall ask her.

But, yeah.

Weird.

-Snow

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About kylock

Man, biographies are really hard to write because sometimes you just don't know what to write about and then you ramble on pointlessly for a while about your hobbies (video games, reading, programming) and end up boring your readers because they expect something witty and insightful (there are only two ways to save money, neither of which involves hookers) and then readership falls off and you cry yourself to sleep.
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2 Responses to Huh.

  1. Tory says:

    Don’t people turn up like that at the strangest times? what did she want? Do you even read these comments I leave?

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