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Here's to wishful thinking, eh?



There's hope for us yet, I think.
So.



I wish you were here.

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Earlier this evening, Robin called me to ask whether Charlie and I were alive.

Apparently, early this morning, some guy broke into the house next door and sexually assaulted two teenage girls. On the news, they only stated the intersection, which is right where our building is located.

I've never had any illusions on the area of the city in which we live, but I...
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So, these guys.
Are incredible.

I've been thinking about how well people keep, kind of like preserves of human beings at the back of the pantry. Do relationships have expiration dates? Can you truly exhaust a person's resources, drain them of their value, and be tired of them?

Can you read a person's worth accurately in the initial stages of interaction? There's something to be said about first impressions, yet,...
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I woke up too late this morning. There's a blizzard outside, and I'm tidying up the loft, while listening to the MGMT album.

It feels like last year.

She has a rosary tattooed on her hand;
It snakes around her wrist,
and in between her fingertips
and "forgive me"' is always on her lips.

A phone booth plays at confessional.
as she makes collect calls to old acquaintances;
The priest from her hometown
always answers in the middle of the night,
and the altar boys wire her money.

She's got her mother's medical...
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I just spent seven minutes in the elevator after the doors closed, waiting for the motherfucker to go down before I realized I hadn't pushed the button to designate which floor I wanted.

Talent.

I've blown out my knee again.

I pushed myself a bit too hard, and that's what happens. I've been dancing every night for the past two months, and my body is finally revolting against me.

I have my ticket to Los Angeles for the weekend of Halloween, and all I can think of is, oh, how fitting.
There are so many ghosts wandering that city,...
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If she says we partied, then I'm pretty sure we partied,
I really don't remember;
I remember we departed from our bodies.

It was inevitable, just waiting to happen.
This is what comes from mixing me: klutz extraordinaire, and moderately high places.

I was attempting to climb down the ladder from the loft while half asleep, probably aiming to strangle one of the cats that had awoken me in the first place. I was still in the top rung when my foot slipped, and there was an...
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