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[__christopher]

I just wrote in Jen Lim's journal that "everything seems important and strange." It's true, but I don't know why I wrote it. It comes up apropos of nothing; a declaration of love and then, poof. It's gone. This may have something to with the fact that I just finished Greil Marcus' Invisible Republic: Bob Dylan's Basement Tapes and the Old, Weird

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Aw, shucks

[mairzybzeider]

I had just realized that it had been days since I'd checked this thing. It was weird to step back a few days and look at what was going on from your side. I mean, I knew what was going on, and I knew what you were up to, but it's weird to be here now and really think of how things were situated.

I love you.

I love that you look at me long enough to see a sixtenth of my geneology pop out. And that even though you know that last sentence made no sense, you'll get it.

I'm going to go cuddle up next to you now.

I know I'm a control freak when it comes to my space, but the most wonderful to have in my room is you.

I'm tired, and that last one racks up at least two sentences that have no idea what syntax is. Er.. uh.. Three?

I love you.