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[27 Oct 2003|10:43am] |
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Simple soft things, like poached eggs or meeting someone's mother. I feel like the poppies are putting me to sleep. I'd better wake up before winter comes.
Rather than go over everything in gleaming perfection and make myself sound very "together"... fuck, we're going out and doing some of it. I sound dumb when I discuss anything out loud. Mainly because it's very neutral and undecided. I want ridiculous things that older people would entertain, but never seriously absorb. When I have it, then we'll talk.
Noooo... not doing well. Doing things that seem to be meant not to work. Yeah, you don't know what I'm talking about. I do though. Saying it out loud makes me attached to it, makes me responsible for it.
All these horrid habits I have to grow out of. I'm positive living w/someone who's entire life is an excuse, would dust off on me a bit. When I visit my Dad, the stagnant atmosphere makes me ill. He's aging quicker due to lack of use. Rust on a car body, innate complaints about money, a sense of waiting for nothing. I dislike seeing him more than I can describe.
My brain doesn't glow neon through my skull.
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