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[01 Jul 2003|11:55pm] |
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Lists are being made at a madcap pace these days by all. I'd like to confess to a few things/events that have occurred. Lately or otherwise Confess and redress. Flatten and flaw.
- I check out what my entries look like on my Blurty friends' "friends" page... I'm vain. It's terribly terrible. You have such neat, and varied tastes.
- I stole a flower today and am not sure what I am to do. Press? Vase? Compost? Replant?
- Pull-out couches are stunted time machines of sorts.
- I haven't replied to my dad's e-mail yet. Despite the added comment of a remark made by my brother, "my sister seems like a stranger to me now". Oooh, the shame burns like cinders to the cornea.
- I fancied a celebrity spotting on the subway this morning. That has to stop soon.
- I skip my psych. class far too much. I also have a project due in a week. The Procrastination Demon is mocking me; beckoning me for a bout of fisticuffs... I was never the violent type.
- The optometrist was right about men and ocular intimacy-fears.
- Too much fast food makes for fast dysentery.
I cannot string together thoughts w/much ease these days. More fibre perhaps.
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