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So I had tons more fun than I thought I would have. Although who I ask you, who comes home from two great parties with Meditations on First Philospohyby Descartes. Apparently I do. I also come home with tons of great photos but because I am not a photographer, I have rolls of film to get developed and placed onto cd.

Today was lovely....
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So I have to say to him, "Get over yourself". People have a difficult time with that. Live the life 24/7 right? Wow.

Anyway, I had another exam today and I passed. Officially a licensed cosmetologist.

I slid the drawer open and reached for a spoon only to find this isn't the drawer where she keeps her spoons. I opened and peeked until I found one, then began the task of finding where this bitch keeps her bowls and her cornflakes. (Thank fuck's sake for the logistics of chilled milk.) After a few minutes of searching I was seated upon her...
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Your shirt was red and cream and collared in that frat boy way.
You would've been a frat boy if you would've gone to college.
I don't know what it is you do,
in that way we twenty-something's do something for a living or at least for a while.
I know I asked and you replied, but I wasn't listening,
My attention focused on the...
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And so I carry my disappoinments with me.
If this is the least I carry.
If this is the least I have to bear
I can probably make it throught the night again.

We all live with our disorders, our
dis-eases
that put us on guard , smoothing our tongue over our gums and running our index finger over and over that tiny lump in...
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I thought anyone could see the pics we post here. Apparently no?
I think that 235 by 175 pixels always looks weird.

I finally figured it out. Years of trying to determine an unidentifiable, non-existent accent.
He simply spoke on the bottom of his tongue.
Ending the word as if his teeth were touching but they never were.
He didn't know he did this.
Even in all of his theatrics, his precision, his carefully timed pauses.
He couldn't know he did this because even drunk, he never...
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It's very odd to wake up and not have half a million things to do. It's odd.
Changes Abound:

I'm letting my hair grow. Except for non-essentil trims, no hair cuts. I'm trying to grow long hair again (so I can cut it all of again.) I'm also not coloring my hair. I have a tiny bit of red in the front but other than...
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My grandmother is dead. Someone handed me a photo of her from the fifties. I thought it was me. I look exactly like her. Exactly. Down to the facial expression. I miss her. I miss her alot, but I feel better kniowing how much I look like her.