Banter? I just met her...
I don't know why I let the stupid little things get to me. Usually it is some moronic situation I dream up in my head that makes me act like a total jackass. My friends aren't here to fuck with my head. They are here to share with me all things that are right and true and fun and real. That is why they are my friends right? I had a weekend in my head, and it wasn't until yesterday evening that I came out and realized I was fighting with myself. And getting the shit beat out of me. Then like that, I came to, and tko'd the pharsical opponent and just was. It was nice. My week has begun with my head up and a smile, rather than the bowed necked, frowning adversary I usually walk with on Monday mornings. It must have been the paint fumes.
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