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Attention-deficit is a bit of an understatement. It implies that a person is merely lacking in their attention-span. But what if lacking in attention-span" doesnt quite describe you? What if simply being "distracted" just doesnt cover it? What if basic action of taking another breath is enough to divert your focus? What if you essentially have no attention-span whatsoever? Then youd be me.

Im constantly...
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Nobody can hear their own accent.

I learned this when I first moved out of Virginia at age eighteen. I crash landed in New Jersey where I attempted to set up my new life. I'm looking for an apartment, and the realtor asks: "So, where are you from?" Well, that was an easy guess: I'm apartment hunting and I don't know the area, of course...
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Everyone's moving. You, me, everybody... well, maybe not you. I ended up in a loft apartment, which has been a dream of mine ever since I started dreaming of having a loft apartment.

I've moved once a year since I was eighteen, and I think I've reached some sort of integral limit. I'm not sure what will happen to me if I pack-up again any...
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As much as I love having a nice car, I hate having a nice car: Some jackass backed into it. Or at least I think thats what happened. Theres this really strange series of dents a quarter of the way up the hood. It looks like a body dropped out of the sky and landed on the front of my Honda.

I miss the time...
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First, you have to understand that I love milk. Skim milk. I imagine being lactose intolerant is like the Seventh or maybe Twenty-Fifth Circle of Hell. The average trip to the grocery store might have me buying three or four gallons of the stuff, which is just what I'd done the other day when I staggered through the front door under the weight of my...
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This is all in progress. I practically live in the Stone Age; I don't have access to the internet much. It may take a while.