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Friday, March 12, 2004
 
"YOU LIED TO ME ADDY!! THIS COFFEE'S NOT POISONED!!!" -Hogan

"Addy, you're so conceited! Not everything is about you! Fuck!" -Travis

"NO TRUST FOR YOU ANYMORE!!!" -Tommy

Alright....to start off....I'm very very upset about what I found out today. It seems that there are some people out there who frigging read my blog to (this is exactly what I was told)..."get details on my inside life". Ok, maybe this is another thing I shouldn't write about on here, but fuck seriously...that is FRIGGING LOW. This person (or people, not sure which) reads my blog regularly to find out what is happening in my life, in order to inform someone else of all the little details that they SHOULD KNOW ANYWAYS BY JUST TALKING TO ME. Honestly, if you actually have to resort to reading my blog to get "inside details" (espescially when you FUCKING LIVE IN THE SAME HOUSE AS ME), that just goes to show what a fantastic job you've done to get to know me and get involved with me over the past while. So yeah...for future reference, I'm terrified to write anything of importance on here because I'm afraid you people (mentioned before) will read it and take it the worst way possible. Good job, you've made me not want to write in my only source of creative expression, even if it's just me being happy about something. Fuck.

So since I can't write about anything here anymore, even though what I want to write about is me just being very happy.....I can't. Sorry to disappoint all of you who read my blog regularly because you enjoy my stupid ramblings and quotes. Sorry if you read it because you like to see that for once I'm actually really happy, since my past couple blogs have been that way. And mostly, sorry that my blog has to be so depressing tonight, because that's really the last thing I am.

You could've just talked to me, for fuck sakes.

Feeling intruded upon.

The TV screen is smeared with blood from your knuckles, as if you tried to punch it out but you underestimated its strength...
Or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough
~Addy


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