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How could I have forgotten my camera on a day like today? It began with Brazilian waxing, Israeli style. Imagine a tiny storefront, women (who may or may not be religious) with head coverings, bustling about, catering to customers: manicures, pedicures, facials, waxing, etc. I am being led into a room and am told to take my pants off. In this room

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I hate you and your crazy adventures

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so jealous. but I'll soon have snow-capped peaks to comfort me. what's with the boy who can't turn you on with his hands, and doesn't know that your left works best? was that creative writing, or were you reminiscing creatively? was it the detailed account of an experience that day? and where have you been the last few days? we haven't talked, so I'm sad. my head is a mess, I have so much shit to do, and little motivation to do anything but sleep. I booked my ticket yesterday, but it still hasn't sunk in. it slaps me in the face every once in a while that I don't live here anymore. I'm really excited, but almost equally terrified. I think I found a deal on a place with not only a pool table, but a hot tub as well. I endeavour to nail you on and in both.