sometimes i get tired of confessing to box full of wires.
i would much more prefer talking to a real person.
a real female person who loves me deeply.
a real female loving person that i equally love.
recieved much praise for my poetry this evening.
"that ryan is sooo funny"
yes, my sweeties bow before me with all your adulation.
my manager has had two consecutive weekends off.
i want a weekend off!
yeah, i am whining.
i am also fantasizing about having a lovely weekend by a beach somewhere with some urban princess with pink hair.
chicago is on top of my "potential cities that i may move to" list.
its expensive though.
thats why my good old dallas is climbing up the charts.
it is apparently quite affordable.
yeah, thats it
1:12 a.m. - 2003-07-27
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