Let me talk to 'em

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Apparently I hadn't fucked up or did anything on my end to cause the separation between the Indian girl and I.  She had apologized "for being an ass the last couple of weeks."  Initially I was like what the fuck, I was thoroughly depressed for a good week and a half over this crap and now she's sorry because she's sensitive.  Anyways like the bitch that I am, I quickly answered the phone when it rang and read "Ridhi."  I felt like I was touched from God it felt so good to see that, and to hear her voice.  Oh I longed.  A week later I realized that she wasn't really talking the same and didn't seem like she wanted to talk, more or less I think she felt bad because of what she did.  So I calmly left her a message saying I don't need her pity and I'm good right now in terms of my mental health and whatnot.  Besides, I'm a good-looking dude, bitches love me.  I just wanted a taste of it cause you know I don't love it. 

So I've been working out alot recently.  I try to go atleast every other day.  You know I'm serious when I wake up early on Saturday to do legs.  On Sunday I felt as if I had the muscle mass of a two year old in my hams and thighs.  They're straight now though, however my breasts' are kinda sore from yesterday.  Hopefully I'll be able to dunk by the end of summer.  The odds are against me though, being that I'm white. 

Now I'm gonna go chill like Scarecrow, looking for some brain.

Been a long time

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Lately I've been pretty melancholy about things.  This girl has me all depressed and shit when i think about her.  I never get this way about girls either, usually I'm like Camron, you gonna suck it or not?  Not this time though, it sucks when you think about how you fucked up with a girl when shes basically what you've been looking for, for a long time.  When you try to get her back you go about it the wrong way and make things worse.  It's definitely one of those times with a bunch of what if's like what if I said this at this time and hadn't said that.  Damn.  To counter my feelings I just chill with my friends as much as possible.  If I hadn't stopped smoking as much as I was I'd probably be worse off.  I tend to think about things alot the day after I smoke.  It's funny, I stopped smoking for a girl that I didn't end up with anyways.  That's beat.  At summer jam mad people were smoking.  I was tempted to trade a hot dog for a puff puff pass, but better judgement prevailed.  Summer class is kinda coo, I wish the bitches were better looking in my math classes, but oh well sometimes you can't have your cake that you can't eat when you have it.  Figure that one out.  I met that girl in my math class last semester.  Ouch don't wanna think about that.  She has really nice perky breastss and a cute face and a nice family, double major, young, bright future and I blew it for the home team.  What was I thinking?  I always hate when a girl likes me more than I like her and this happens.  Not a good look.  I hope I can get over this shit.  It's rough, I just wanna call her all the time and just have it how it was.  I don't know what I'm learning through this experience, but it's taking its toll on me.  I honestly feel I can talk to any girl and pretty much get what I want, but damn at this point I can't see myself going after anybody.  Especially with her on my mind.  To top it off she's Indian, which is good because our relationship would have been that much more special since we are entirely different, but it's bad since I have some sort of empty feeling whereas I feel like I can get her off my mind unless I tap it with an Indian girl to get my mind off it.  Life is rough, but on a positive note I've been getitng alot of stuff done that I didn't when I smoked frequently.  I'm also really seeing the importance of good friends.  I don't know where I'd be without them.  If you see my I'll be pretty upbeat and positive, but yea I still feel the effects of my recent loss.  I think the mavericks have way too many weapons for the heat, but I would like to see Shaq get another championship and solidfy him as probably the best big guy to play the game.

my last post was odd

this post i'd like to write about my big and some times we've shared

p.s. sorry i didn't come, but happy birthday trent

i remember when i called you during pledging one night saying i wanted to drop.  but you kept telling me not to so i dunno it kinda made me stay for some reason.  i really appreciate that because you were the last person left to prevent me from dropping.  kinda wanted to make you proud when i was brother.  i dunno i think im doing okay as a brother.  i could improve though.  remember when we used to goto the break and play marvel every thursday for the tournaments.  haha we played honestly like every thursday.  no skipping.  to skip caused everyone at the tournament to ask where that missing person was.  i'd always get first and shit and the 2nd and 3rd places were so important to watch.  you and phil always battled.  non-stop.  everyweek id try and say do this or do that.  but i wasn't a good teacher at times.  although i must say you got really really fucking good at marvel.  just remember when you couldn't even touch me at the cove.  and now you've beating kids like sanford and shit.  thats serious.  that's trentinal.

thanks for paying my registration.  and for wendys once or twice haha...we used to joke that everyone else took their littles out to eat and shit...and you'd be like you want something from the dollar menu...i didn't care much though about the food thing...i was chillin.

anyways happy 22nd.  damn can't we're almost the same age.  be safe man.

wow xanga still exists.  I always enjoy someone's really sad post, because it makes me feel really fucking good about myself.  I guess thats a really horrible way to look at it, but yea sad posts make me feel good.  So ladies, keep them coming.  Yes I know my life is better than yours and yes I know that men and women are equal sometimes.  Don't forget you have to allow enough room for a 9 pound living organism to leave your body through hole that is miniscule to the eventual product of ejaculation.  Wrap it up kiddies, wrap it up.  I feel like going out and pimpin some bitches and breaking their hearts.  That wouldn't be me though i guess, I'm more of a love-maker instead of a heart-breaker.  True indeed I make bitches feel good.  So I can probably turn your frown around if you need me to, that way we'll get rid of all those sad posts.

I remember the days when I'd update my xanga like everyday.  Damn mang, that was super corny, matter of fact, that was bundies god.  Anyways, time to hit the books kiddies.  Don't forget your towel!

Young Sheezy