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When the air is at 27 degrees centigrade, and I'm stuck behind an everlasting procession of cars on Dekalb Ave. for a fatiguing half-hour, I can feel the parallel streams of sweat run hot down my back. When I finally make it into my cool sheets, I slowly want to kill myself.

Cheers!

So I guess she won't be marrying me...

This is unbeknownst to me, but my boyfriend and I live in "Buckhead: “The Beverly Hills of the East.”"  Don't you wish you did too?

I woke up this morning to the CNN Headline "Supreme Court to consider the constitutionality of banning a type of late-term abortion." I want to go back to bed.

Johnny Marr is working with Modest Mouse on their new record! I'm an idiot nerd!

I finally got my loan money, so if I budget accordingly I shouldn't starve until the beginning of May. That gives me plenty of time to find a second job. My first purchase was a car.

R.I.P. Grandaddy

No complaints of late, really. I'm happy, motivated, and still in love. Cliche, cliche...

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