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What Mirror Where

Gack, I'm tired. I shouldn't stay out as late as I have been lately, or at the very least not wake up as early as I do. I went to Kareoke night with Stacy last night. Atracted a pair of drunks, which I have to stop finding flattering and disterbing at the same time.
Though this one I can ride off easily. They actully were drunk, really, really drunk. And I feel safe in assuming had they not been so inebreated the wouldn't have been intrested at all. Maybe I should call them just as a private reminder of the dangers of drinking.
This need to justify is overwhelming. I can say sure, some people aren't bothered by chubby people. And I can be other people's moped. But at a certian point I start thinking that, I don't really know what I think but maybe, fuck I don't know, it's some stupid joke that I'll never understand.
Andrew said that it has more to do with what's on the inside then what's out. Which I could buy if I didn't think I was rather ugly on the inside too. I still look at the mirror and wonder what the hell Trevor and anyother guy who said I was pretty sees.
What ever it is its really not there.

4:29 p.m. - 02-12-03
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