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Distracted
I am, by life, reality, and everything in between. As enjoyable as this turns out to be, I am still undecided on whether I like it enough to postpone what I was doing. Which pretty much amounted to watching the outcome o… -
The day when hate came back
I did it. It was easy. Like downing a glass of water. The first of many. And then, through the 6.8% haze before my eyes, I understood what it is I need. Somebody to hurt. I've been holding back for way too long. Or, in… -
The thing about peace
I feel it, I do, I really do, when you're around, you got that going for you and I will sometimes seek you out precisely because of that, because where there's you there's peace and I can giggle out of control if there's… -
Pathology?
I woke up at noon to a quick review of my life to date, since today I'm 28.5 years old and it's as good a day as any other for beating myself up. So, here's where we're standing: I have no idea where my next paycheck wi… -
Do snails mourn their loved ones?
Walking back from town moments ago, I passed the most moving little scene. And by little, I mean Alice in Wonderland little. On the sidewalk, on which I so often carelessly stampede lost in mostly irrelevant thoughts, I … -
Narcissism redux
Talking yourself into loving somebody because you fell in love with their love for you. Been there, done that, got the scars. Hence, thanks, but no thanks. So what if hanging on to a certain concoction of my mind m… -
Tired
Like a dog. As they beautifully say in the most untranslatable language of them all. Mine. Also like a dog, I'm working on that script. I have to constantly switch to the mental states of the main character so that what … -
Life - Act II, Scene 1, Take 1
Off to Italy NOW. To write that script, see what all the fuss is about, get a closer look at Sydney Pollack, hear what he has to say to me, and drink. Wine. Red. Angry. As I like it. And I'm in love. Again. Same guy. Ac… -
Bus tickets penury and its consequences
I had an interesting post forming in my head last night at about two in the morning, but, being too lazy to type it down, now it's nowhere to be found. I was right when I vowed I'd always have a bus ticket at hand to jot… -
From about a year ago
"Some boring ugly chick stole my life and ran away with it. She stole the instructions manual as well, and is now shamelessly living my life by my exact directions. I, on the other hand, am stuck in a limbo in which …
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