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Nothing happens...
...until something moves.
...until somebody sells something.
...when i plug in my ipod.
...unless first a dream.
...for a reason.
...when you die.
...when i turn the key.
...by chance.
...when i click on internet explorer.
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fucking musicians. -
lesbian doctor fantasy.
A girl at work told me, in regard to my potential upcoming job change, that standardized patient work would be great because I'd get a chance to meet cute doctors...and I almost corrected her. I almost said, actually, I'm a lesbian ( Read more... ) -
it's not about you.
There's some serious difference, I think, between artists who say, "hey, look at that!" and artists who say, "hey, look at me!" There's a place for both, and there are people in this world who have developed enough self to make art entirely out of themselves. But most of the time, I don't want any part of people whose idea of art is just "look ( Read more... ) -
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I think I'll only ever be the girl who brings you lasagna at work. -
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Sometimes the universe is so fucking poetic I just want to punch it in the face. Please keep your foreshadowing and irony within the bounds of fiction and far away from my oh so real life. Thank you. -
sparse verbosity.
It makes me sad that everyone, myself included, seems to be abandoning their journals. Now it's all about facebook and twitter and what are you doing in under 140 words. Brevity may be the soul of wit...but when you're faced with an extreme excess of brevity every day, it sometimes feels like the soul of stupidity and uselessness ( Read more... ) -
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I remember windows. I check for them. Windows to places with new people inside of them. the faces of the places i knew before are long gone. only their windows remain to serve as proof. i slept in that room. i didn't sleep in that room. i never set foot in that room, despite the best intentions of your memory. i walked by a window with ( Read more... ) -
Back to the Present.
I feel less like I just went on vacation and more like I just time travelled. My trip was like a glimpse of post-college life should I decide to move back up north. It's giving Norfolk this very temporary feeling. My apartment doesn't even feel like home right now. I don't like it one bit and I need a play to get invested in to make everything ( Read more... )