Here's the thing, one of the things that bugs me about Eduard. You never know when, or if, you're going to hear back from him. I left a message for him at home but who knows what time he'll arise--or if he's even there. Most of the time he spends the night at friends' places throughout the city. He doesn't have a cell, either, leaving no way to track him down. So here I am again, in the stupid position of waiting for a callback. Christ.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Notice: Some X- and R-rated content and links are present. If you possess delicate sensibilities or are under 18, I suggest you depart immediately. Or not, but don't say I didn't warn you. May also contain mundane and prosaic entries. Read at your own risk.
About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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