you know, you talk to people and think you know them. you think they're you're friends. and then you wonder.
they're all talking behind your back. they're all wanting accolades. they're all being dicks.
maybe i am, too.
but does anyone understand the situation i am in?
if you need thanks from me, here it is: THANKS. if you need it personally, let me know so i can be a robot, too, and call you and kiss your ass.
if being my friend is an imposition to anyone reading this, let me know. i don't have time to bend over backwards to kiss your ass when i need to be standing straight and looking ahead to what i'm going to do when i get home with no house and no car.
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hey matt i had to get a new phone and lost all my #s. what is ur cell
mikey from valdosta
mikey31605@yahoo.com
m-a-t-h-e-w, just like the web site, mikey! how many times must i tell you, fool?
just kidding.
i'll e-mail you my number. no way i'd post it here.
hope you're doing well.
aloha
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