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I need a friend tonight…

…but no one is around and of course, I didn’t call anyone.

The only person I’ve known… Actually no never mind. Laura, you can ask me later when I finally come out of my hermit shell.

Patrick took me out to a pasta place for my birthday. What a nice cozy place. That was about half a month ago. Thanks for all your birthday wishes, but honestly, wish all of you forgot about it. Amber also called and sang me the happy birthday song. So sweet.

Tune: “By Your Side” by Sade

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I’ll tell you what I miss though… I miss the days or nights where half a bottle shared between two people sitting across from each other in a dark room listening to music like this, solved the evening’s stresses and achieved relief from the week’s work woes – amongst other memorable days and evenings.

At times, I remind myself: “It’s not a bargaining chip to do things for others” and I try my best naturally ‘try’ my best to never feel or think that what I do is a bargaining chip for anything. I cannot expect others to be as perceptive and ‘omniscient’ as I am. 😉

Bed time. Good night Leeman.

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People from all shades of the political and social spectrum will find my content offensive. So my blog isn't for most people. It's for people closer to my spectrum of recognition and understanding. If you are an easily triggered reactionary conservative snowflake, then kindly fuck off. If you are an obnoxiously phoney liberal that consider yourself progressive but actually limit yourself to the matchbox-sized confinements of your isms, then go choke on your own crying snot juice elsewhere. You have been warned.

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