I seriously am losing touch with people.
As many know, I've lost touched with my Pikeville reality. Very Alice in Wonderland nowadays..topsy-turvy etc.
Now it's coming to my attention that I'm horribly unhip. I'm not indie in an acceptable way. At one time that would have pleased me. But it seems to bother me. I have no culture to integrate into when I escape the confines of appilacha. I go out alone, dreaming and hoping for people that mean something to me.
It's scary to think that not wearing enough black and band regalla is justifiable reason to alienate me.
She's put the anal sex/debauchery behind her. Her overtly cutsie/lovey dovey behaviour makes me wince. It's truly sad or maybe it's I who am sad.
Now it's coming to my attention that I'm horribly unhip. I'm not indie in an acceptable way. At one time that would have pleased me. But it seems to bother me. I have no culture to integrate into when I escape the confines of appilacha. I go out alone, dreaming and hoping for people that mean something to me.
It's scary to think that not wearing enough black and band regalla is justifiable reason to alienate me.
She's put the anal sex/debauchery behind her. Her overtly cutsie/lovey dovey behaviour makes me wince. It's truly sad or maybe it's I who am sad.
posted by P.M. Richets at 9:53 PM
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you left many things at my house.
2 cigarettes. a playboy magazine. a picture of you, ryan and i on the scooby doo ride. an unopened bottle of v8 smoothie. many unopened bottles of mountain dew. doritos, homemade bread, and a maximum pc magazine.
email me your address and i'll send whatever you want back. you forgetful honkey.
.Holly.
ps- i miss you. it feels like you're family. there aren't many people that i feel so comfortable around.
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