:: Wednesday, May 11, 2005 ::

To the girl that reads this frequently (and isn't April or Megan):

I want to talk to you. I had no idea. Maybe you thought telling me would just hurt me. That's probably it, but the thought of the alternatives are so horrendous. I'm always here. I may not be the greatest listener in the world, but I try. I have in the past and it seemed to work. Even if it's just keeping up with the little day-to-day things, I would like that. Some problems are beyond my scope, but I wish you wouldn't hide them from me. I can't imagine how much I would hate myself for letting you slip. Please call me (481-3744 oh no phone number on the internet) or if you don't have any privacy due to the family, floydthebarber@gmail.com works perfectly. I'm listening, so go ahead and spill it all. Or nothing at all if you want; just knowing you are still around makes me smile.


To everyone else: I enjoy herb alpert and I am going to go study pre-calculus before going to sleep. Pretty hum-drum stuff. Why the fuck is parking $120 at the school? Sheesh... I demand a copy of the budget!

:: Floydthebarber 5/11/2005 10:01:00 PM [+] ::
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