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I just realized that I talk to Mark more often than I talk to any of my friends in Tulsa.
I'm not sure if that is sad or not. Nice that he calls. Sad that I rarely leave the casa.
Viva skee ball! -
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My dear Theo just left ( Read more... ) -
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“She questioned all boundaries and expectations set by the ordinary.” -
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“The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or ( Read more... ) -
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I'm ready for my Eames dot pattern tattoo ( Read more... ) -
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Is it a bad sign when you've been up all night and you're exhausted but you can't sleep, all you can do is lay there and think about elevations and floorplans and angles and textures and cantilevered beams? -
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-I miss Mark. A lot ( Read more... ) -
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I have so many life-changing decisions to make right now and I'm not sure what to do ( Read more... ) -
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Ain't it clear when I'm near you
I'm just dying to hear you
Calling my name one more time
Oh so don't pay no mind
To my watering eyes
Must be something in the air
That I'm breathing
Yes'n I try to ignore
All this blood on the floor
It's just this heart on my sleeve that's a bleeding
