Word to your mothers.
So it's true. Bob can really make me an Elf. I cannot wait. I will soon begin to train and learn, prepare and practice. All I need now is a cape. And for my hair to grow. And porcelain white skin.
Oh, and immortality.
Nyah. I am wasting a lot of time. Frightening amounts of it. After these next paycheques, and once I
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~john
ps, scrolling marquees bring me great joy
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But this time it feels different. I think something may actually come of this.
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i was thinking all the way on the way back to toronto from your place. i could not help it. the batteries of my portable cd player passed away. i was thinking of our conversation tuesday afternoon, you will remember, it was my moral condemnation of tolkien's masterpiece. the parallel between physical beauty, purity of bloodline and moral virtue. i don't know why i was so insistent upon it. i have just lost track of what i intended to say because someone called and we spoke for an hour or so. anyway, a conclusion has been reached. do not envy the lucky ones, because happiness is not the optimum, that is a fallacy. we only make it so to provide an excuse for our discontent. happiness is within our grasp. it isn't so that we cannot be happy because we do not have money and are dissatisfied with our reflections in the mirror. also, we are real. i gotta go be happy now. talk to you later.
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I will be happy despite them. It really feels like I am done with waiting.
And dude, you have now truly expereicned every possible shitty thing that could happen during commuting ever. I think its actually kind of funny.
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