angst. im not even a teenager and i still feel it. wait, no i don't. i'm just mad. mad, i tell you.

i have this friend greg. he lives in england, middlesex to be exact. he plays in a band called 'four way trauma' with 3 guys: charly, chris, and dave. greg wears hats a lot. this is mostly to hide his bad hair days, which are many. greg is writing a book, about love. i am in it. i was his first love, he says.

we hate each other, really, but will marry in 2008 if we are both still Singletons. greg has cats named 'beauty' & 'whisky.' the fact that greg loves photography, wine, his cats, candles, and marijuana...those are the things that draw me to him. he once drank strawberry wine out of my naval.

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