Hooplah.Org A Story of Graceful Stumbles

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I don't really want to talk about myself. A statement that balances itself out to zero. Balances out to a lot of nothing. I don't want to talk about feelings... Mainly because I cannot think of any new words to associate with the same old subjects. Reusing the abused vocabulary only seems to annoy me when I prethink the sentences in my head. Hence, I am writing differently, to try to chop up the monotony of this evening. I've been reading more, which probably has mountains to do with my urge to say something different. A book with an English woman in it, no less, so I might spout off something obviously wanna-be foreign. I've become a little lonely, because for some reason I always choose to read romance novels that make me wish I had something more interesting to do than read. Next I think I will read a horror. Then I can spend the days that follow afraid of the dark, instead of laying around feeling very unattached.

I saw a movie the other day. With Bobby; Dr Dolittle 2. It was a funny movie - primarily because I had not seen any of the numerous movie trailers that always show the funniest parts. Bobby is good company. He listens very well, and I like the fact that I can shock him sometimes with just being blunt. He's been reading what I've written here, and during our conversations, he brought up my dildoe and the incident I had with the person in the white truck on the streets of Pompano, FL. Heh. After the movie, we were both tired and headed home, but ended up driving around a little bit, showing each other where other people we knew lived. Bobby brought up that he wanted to go to Stephen's house. We did. I feel bad having Stephen around Bobby, because Bobby always beats Stephen up like he's one of his football buds. Stephen is extremely non violent, and he takes Bobby's bashings in a helpless manner, and I flinch everytime. But Stephen doesn't really say anything bad about it... Just laughs and falls on the ground a lot and gets hurt. Bobby wanted to leave, but I still wanted to stay outside. So, he drove home while me and Stephen walked back to my house. Actually, we walked around a lot, and talked and what not. Then went to Food Lion and Burger King, and then called it a night around 9:40.

Jesus, it's late. Let me post the pictures I wanted to post so I can freaking go to bed.

Ehh, fuck descriptions. They're self explanatory.

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