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All week long I look forward to the weekend as if when it comes I will live in a completely new area, knowing new and exciting people and even possibly gaining a new and flawless personality. I imagine someone else living my weekends, before they come as if in preview of my actual (and realistic) role in them. I always agree, not to anything

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[ladyloveless]

Dont I know it sister friend...I anticipate these so-called free days to be let down at every corner...never accomplishing anything save mundane daily tasks. I feel so...domestic. Ugh.

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Maybe it's because we had such exciting weekends in Alaska. Too exciting. Maybe I will have to live a bitter and disappointed life, continuously jealous of my Alaskan-self. Things that happened there, not only don't but couldn't happen here. So maybe I'm waiting for Mad Myrna's, yellow-eyed African men, and the accidental intoxication of crack cocaine. What am I saying? I hope they've padlocked the state. ;)

The darker hair color is lovely, btw.

[ladyloveless]

ha! I think that is very valid, very sad, and very true. Though I thoroughly miss our outings into the Alaskan wilderness, I don't miss my Alaskan self very much at all. I feel like that girl is a distant relative. I do, however, miss you...as well as the drag queens, the man morphing wolves, and the crack. The state should come with a warning label. Warning: you'll never be the same?...well duh.

The hair...is the hair. Ever changing. But thank you. I'm perty keen on it m'self.

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I think I missed a call from you yesterday. :(