So my hair looks like shit and my beautiful camera/mp3-player is scratched. That’s what comes from letting your mom take you to hole-in-the-wall haircutting places with people who don’t speak English and are rude to you. And when you don’t close your new camera/mp3-player up inside your purse before you try to rush to the departing train yesterday
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Otherwise... life is depressing, but if you focus on all those depressing things, you miss the little happy things too. That was the thing I hated about New York... despair and misery was always in your face (with the homeless people and shit), unlike perfect Gilbert where everything sad is hidden. Every once in awhile there's the druggie/alcoholic standing at the exit of the freeway... but even that is rare.
Your posts are definitely at the extreme lol.
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