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I've decided that it bugs me when people post the same blog/entry on livejournal as on myspace. That's why I strive to be different, to say different things in each hemisphere.
This weekend wasn't much of a weekend. It was very hot, very humid and it came to a head around 5:30 Saturday night when suddenly the calm air was blowing hard, people were ( Read more... )
This weekend wasn't much of a weekend. It was very hot, very humid and it came to a head around 5:30 Saturday night when suddenly the calm air was blowing hard, people were ( Read more... )
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And occasionally I love it when I crawl out of bed on a Monday morning and force myself onto uncomfortable, humid subway cars that are not running the AC, when I smile to myself emerging dry from the subway station into the downpour, effortlessly opening my umbrella with one hand that I had readied at my side... smiling to myself, congratulating myself on mastering this peculiar city-sorta art:)
p.s. I just get a kick out of these restaurant reminders of yours... ah, the days when you find the thrill in a simple luxury: paying someone to do your work so you can go do something fabulous.
xoxoxox
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