2003-12-27 / 5:18 p.m.

I think that talking to myself has killed the need for journals. Myself and I have these deep conversations and I get it all out, you know? In that way that used to mean pages of ink or hours of clicky noise... now I just rant silently and I don't know that it's a good thing.

Damn you, internal dialogue.

I miss you guys; sorry I won't get the next round of parties... Kristyn missing a New Year's Eve party, dear god what have we come to? And another birthday party, as well. But I send you all kisses.

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