Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

Incredible. June ‘06 will go down as the most eventful month of my life. Like an overblown dramatic epic, or a story gone bad, redeeming itself only at the very last second. I don’t know what to think anymore. Crazy life. Absolutely crazy.
Crazy break-up (what a lifetime ago. I can barely remember the details now), World Cup and insomnia, crazy work (the romance ended when I saw the grease trap), and Jian visiting me for a week. Losing my fair sallow skin for this tan (still burns a little and hot diggity dang it itches), piercing a third hole on my earlobe (never thought I’d do that), making tons of new friends. My mom says that apparently I’ve changed. I guess I did. I don’t know what sparked that change. Maybe all of the above did. Maybe just one of those factors above. I don’t know. I’m bad at being subtle. I wouldn’t have gotten this tan if it wasn’t for you.
Had a dream about you. Don’t think that I ought to have. Goddamn afternoon naps and dreams that stick with you for hours. Don’t know what to do about it. Time to go for a rock concert and headbang you outta me.

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