Cindy, you better hope Will decides to get a graduate degree in St. Louis, because plane tickets only get more expensive, and how am I supposed to love you from far away? Especially when you work at Wal Mart, which WILL consume your soul.
I'm not saying....I'm just saying (come live with me).
Anyway, I have neeeewwws. I need to talk to you about it in person, but it refers back to that text message, and you have to promise promise not to say anything to anyone.
You know what sucks is when you finally figure out what you need and want in your life, but you're handcuffed by other things. Well, yeah, okay, lame and gay, yeah, I get that. Whatever, this whole thing has to be cryptic and bullshitty because I'm not taking any risks. Remember David?
Anyway, I feel pretty good right now, like I could just lay there and just forget the world, but I'm sure that will all change when I get home.
I dunno.
I can't figure out if life is confusing by design or if we make it that way.
-embee
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