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I hate McDonalds.  And most of the people who dine there.  The group of us yesterday decided that it's Pizza Hut from here on out.

Sully, I meant it when I said I wanted your stuff out of here.  Come get it.  Or send Nate to get it.  Hell, send Jess to get it, I don't care, I just want it out.  I can't stand still having a piece of him here, but I can't throw it out either.  Now, or I'm giving it to Spinner and letting him burn it.  He's asked twice now and the offer is incredibly tempting.  Bonfire, anyone?

The past few days have been rotten, and I don't feel particularily compelled to explain why.  Come on kids, you have brains.  And ears.  But right now, I'm honestly feeling happy.  Happy!  And not anxious or frustrated or wondering where my boyfriend has dissapeared off to and who he might be with and what they might be doing.

Because I know Sean's out at the grocery store getting us more ice cream.  And when he comes back, we'll probably watch some bad TV and eat it all and fall asleep on the couch.  And that's completely fine with me.

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I am so happy for you, Ellery!
Thanks. I'm happy for me too. :]
Hey El. We really should catch up, because I have no idea what's been going on with you (and everyone else) lately. I think I might actually miss school :o ... at least I knew what was going on with everyone back then.
Agreed. I'll get ahold of you soon.

But missing school? Oh, Jimmy. For shame. ;P
Great.

And I'm holding my head down in shame as we speak...
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