I'm in a bomb shelter. Yes, a bomb shelter. Imagine my feelings about it. The purpose of its being is to secure a number of people from an impact...of a bomb. Eerie. I work here, you see. I'm back in the bee hive, dutifully behind my computer, filing in line with the rest of the jackasses here and earning my keep. I'm the American Dream, I've said
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I no longer write. Why is that? You know there is something amazing boiling in your brain ready to spill out any minute. Even this journal entry is writing--they all are. Little seeds wanting to be something much more. Or at least that is my way of thinking of about it.
Ah, I still hope one day our paths will cross (as in actually meeting), and I will bless your baby :)
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I don't know why I stopped writing. I guess I was blissfully happy for the last 5 months that I forgot about reality for a while. The perfect drug, yes?
:)
Cheerio
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Haha.
Congrats to you, never figured you'd settle for one woman...
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Congrats are in order. It's odd saying that, and odder seeing you write that, considering our conversations of madness and singledom we used to have in your apartment.
Ahh, dougie, I still feel a void since you left :(
You better still be up for a party...and Nepal.
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