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Saturday, May 03, 2003
The last relationship I was in, she didn't have a car (for some reason, few females in Southern California seem to) and I had to drive about half an hour to see her. I usually got there very stressed out and not happy, and stayed that way. I bitched about the drive, I hated it.
In the relationship I'm in now - which is with a way better person, I drive 200 miles to see her for reasons other than her not having a car. And you know what? It seems shorter.
I guess there's a light at the end of the tunnel when I drive to Fresno.
[ 5/03/2003 04:48:00 PM ] [
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