I met Andy from Wye Oak at the Hillandale thrift. Quite a friendly guy. After that I walked a lot. It was blustery. Earlier I saw an accident from the bus window. A large wooden pole on twenty-nine was knocked over with the side of a car but he stepped out of the vehicle and seemed alright. At least no blood. The bus driver honked at the other cars for slowing down. Then we sped off. February went by quickly. My creative writing teacher is making me hate writing.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
