This is the story of one year in my life.
I don't know exactly what this story has in store, but I think that may be the best part.
Sunday, August 8
Chapter 275: Hella Good
Fun night. I can't sleep. I'd better get to it immediately, though - I actually have to be up at a decent hour tomorrow. Long story. I'll explain later. In fact, there are a few long stories from today that need to be explained later. Tomorrow night.
I am 26 years old. I share an apartment with my mother, (which is much less bum-like than saying I live at home with my mother.) I am gay and single, (not that you care.) I answer phones for a living at a place whose name cannot be mentioned here for security purposes. I am actually an aspiring singer/songwriter. Music is the beginning, the middle and the end of the story for me.
This is my story.
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