bistromath's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm sure this will somehow be more proof of what a twat I am My own walls, my own kitchen, my own phone number, my own little life. Except the first phone call I got was from the old roomie saying he had pulled one of our best friends out of the shower and called an ambulance for the stitches in his arms. His wife cheated on him, took the kid, and left him rotting in a house staring at god bless our fucking happy home signs. He's in intensive, my other old roomie is already done with his 11 hour drive to get there, and I'm at work. I'm so sick of this shit. 9:51 p.m. - 11.10.2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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