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I feel like I have far too many plans lately. Far too many, meaning...

About 4 days worth out of the next 5 or 6. Homebody raises hell inside.

In all seriousness, the plans I wish I was currently marking down on my internal calendar? Pole dancing classes. There's a place called PoleJunkies on 17th Ave. that I'm beyond interested in taking a class at. It's the weirdest hidden persona that I have - this undying desire to be involved in anything stripper like. Even just for fun.

Mark my words as soon as I can I'm buying a pole, and I'll be jacked in no time.

Is that weird? I can never stop wondering...

I hope you read this:

I feel beyond distant from you lately. I feel like when you talk to me, it's point form thoughts and events that you cram in as fast as you can, then disappear.

Some of your relationships make me not even want to bother anymore, because I feel slightly replaced. You'll deny this. But. Here you go. You always like to know what I'm actually thinking.

Money Pennies this weekend will be a highlight for me, I hope. Good, quality time - with some high quality lesbians.

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I'm really happy you met those two important people today. I think that might have explained the sudden onset of my grumpy mood. Subconsciously. Thank you for staying.

Note to self: You never should have taken even a drag of a smoke.
Now you're like a half social smoker who has to be grumpy again for 3 days to be completely pure.