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the good punk.

Thursday, May. 15, 2003 - 12:27 pm

Now Playing: The Party Of Helicopters "The Good Punk"

"Unimpressed and crazy over beer, I think I've been a good punk. I don't care that a-holes think I'm weird, I think I've been a good punk."

Hmmm...so she FINALLY gave me her number last night. How long has it been? She asked me if I'd like to hang out sometime. My reply: "We tried that once, remember? You never called me." She said she lost my number, and asked if she could give me hers.

Of course she can.

Now, though, I have to call her...and I'm so intimidated by her, I'm so terrified to call. I'm half hoping when I call that I'll get her answering machine, so I can leave a message, and she has to call me back.

I love that she finally wants to hang out, although I'm nervous as hell to do so.

And this poses a problem. Sarah and I have been hanging out almost every day. I dig her a lot, and she feels the same about me. We both know she'll be moving to L.A. in a month or so, but we're having a good time. So, how do I handle this?

I'm really happy where I'm at wih Sarah right now, but Tristan...I've been obsessed with her for quite some time.

What to do, what to do?

"I thought I was fine. You say that I'm crazy. So I guess that I'm insane, oh yeah. I ain't gonna stop pissin' you off, I ain't gonna stop pissin' you off, I ain't gonna..."

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