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I live out WAY too far from everything. Still nothing to post. i fucking suck. I'm sorry y'all.

Sorry to my SGAZ motherfuckers, also. I missed the Burly show. I suck rotten wiener.

wait wait wait....there is a slight update.

I have had two low points this week. Funny stuff, actually.

First Low Point:

I meet this girl at a party on Saturday. totally awesome, hot, funny girl. We're just talking about retarded stuff: work, Weezer, tattoos we want, etc.

Then someone brings up politics. Fucked everything up. She's a Bush supporter. Not my cup-o-tea but not all Bush supporters are bad people.

But of course, everything else starts to come up as well: gay marriages, religion, Iraq, Native American Casinos. We end up having a fairly bad conversation and she becomes quite angry when I try to get off of the subjects we are on. She might as well stamp SS on her head.

Bye bye dreamgirl, hello beeeyotch.

Second Low Point:

My roomates and I go to this dive bar out here in the middle of nowhere. We walk in and there is a grand total of five people there at 11:30pm.

We just sit down for a pitcher of beer. Huge Pitcher, Low Price. That was cool.

We end talking about this guy that we all do not like. He's just a prick when he gets drunk.

One of the roomies then brings up the girsl he has dated and slept with. The other roomie says they must all be fucking retards to fall for an ass like him.

Of course I just happened to fall in and out of love with a girl that this guy had dated/fucked for a few months about three years before we even were together.

Someone brings her up and the conversation went a little like this:

Roomie 1: What about J? Was she an idiot? I know that you knew her pretty well.

Me: No, she is a smart girl but...

Roomie 2: Yah, J. She was hot. M used to tell me how he fucked her all the time. He said she was great.

Me: I'd rather not talk about...

Roomie 1: Yah. He was always talking her about her ass and how shapely it was. He said it was perfect.

Roomie 2: Yeah. He told me about that tattoo she has right above her pussy. I can't remember what it was though.

Me: It was a daisy. And it was up and to the right of her pussy. Her panties used to cover it up. And yes her ass was great. But, I'd rather not talk about her. I have to go to the bathroom.

Reopen old wounds, pour salt, repeat.

I hate when people forget the low points in your life, only to bring them up again at a later time.