(FYI TMI By hambrienta, I mean sexually. Not actually hungry, not after eating two packets of "healthy" cookies. I am, obviously, still single
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Napped, or slept, and dreamed a terrible dream: Mariana, Miguel, and Manu appeared, Mariana deflated, but no baby. And I asked her about the baby and she just shook her head, and it felt terrible, terrible
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My inner diablo, who never wants to do anything fun anyway, wants to shut herself in my room-cavern, watch shitty movies on YouTube and eat. I'm sick of indulging her. I did dishes and am going to help Poncho paint/ shoot the shit, and then make chili alone in the world's darkest kitchen when he goes to Boyfriendlandía
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If there's one thing I've learned in my old age, it's how to be sad in public. Maybe I'm better at that than in private, or with people. It has caused awkward situations or, perhaps, too-human situations. Like in 30th St when I was content watching people and imagining their lives/sobbing on the bench, and then the people I was watching became
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Anthems are amusing...except Peru! Iceland's is nice and poetic, but it mentions g-d so I didn't include. They tend to include soldiers and/or Him. I like when, like in Burkina Faso's case, the people are honored, not the army. Many superlatives. San Tome declares self "happiest nation on earth". India's is intellectual
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