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fake plastic trees message board august 5th, 2004. everything below this is years old and everything's changed. not one thing has stayed the same, friendships have mutated into acquaintances and occasionally vice versa. i don't live in kokomo anymore, nor do i really live in bloomington either. it's just weird looking back at all of this, that's all, really. 2001 the new and improved me page!.. kinda. july something 2001- miscellaneous ramblings and anti-kcs propaganda.
basic information about myself.. my name is kyle. we'll stick to kyle for the time being. weirdo. i currently live in kokomo, indiana.. america's asshole. growing up, i always figured it was natural that children hate the town they live in, it's just part of the teenage lifestyle. all of my friends hate it here, so why shouldn't kids everywhere hate their hometowns? well.. because they don't live here. that's why. this place just bloody sucks. it smells bad here. it looks bad here. and for a reasonably small city, the people here are unreasonably rude. if i didn't grow up in kokomo, then there would be absolutely no reason to ever come here. it's terrible. but i'm going to miss it, in all its rottenness. i'm 18 years old. i'm going to indiana university bloomington in 8 days.
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