Remember when I said, me and Andre might turn out pretty ugly? Not even the case. What happened was, he just stopped calling me. Which is a little embarrassing on my part but nothing I should be ashamed to share, shit happens. He came through Thurs. night, we chilled, he called me when he got home, and that's the last I heard from him...sooo...yea. I called him the next day unaware anything had changed as of then, then the next day I left a message saying I was worried (cause we talked everyday). And finally I left a message saying I wouldn't be calling anymore. It doesn't take long for me to figure out I'm getting the brush off. This is the risk you take when you deal with a younger dude anyway, or just dudes in general. So I kind of miss him. But not really. I'm just mad I didn't have any other dudes in the cut, I'm slippin' as I get older, pimp hand isn't even as strong. Ah well. Que sera', sera'.
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This blog goes all the way back to 2005 and has postings from my old MySpace blog. It covers the majority of my 20s!
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