it's me.

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i know it's old news, but i was introduced to this article yesterday at FHCRC. i lost my bearing.
Oh, Onion, how you warm thy heart.

it's not even because we share a heart of potential love, or that we can live in states separated by states and still be touched. who cares that we hurt because we care? there's the communication that proves to be the best remedy to our ailment.
and what we speak, matters. you and i know this. you and i find it difficult for him or her to live this ( Read more... )

i'm ashamed of displacement. as a means to justify.
and i loathe the means in which i communicate this. as tangents go, my 228th birthday started with sparks, consistent until the following evening's dwell. mark it with a text message.
i hope a leo is sleeping soundly this brisk night. grrr...

i miss john ritter.

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at kincora's, finish pitcher of pbr quickly, because we're going to the going-away party for uma thurman. now.
running red lights all the way to the going-away party for uma thurman.
much sparks to be had while listening to dirty-three in the vehicle before we enter the going-away party for uma thurman.
percacet dealer doesn't take "no" for an answer ( Read more... )

i cannot, for the life of me, get this blue dot of my forehead.
fucking blueberries!

note to reader: apparently i don't make a good gordon gano. there was definite inference.

note to self: there was vague interest in your phase shift explanations and more intrigue in the relationship between your proofs and your physical shifts, one edge of the room to the next. it was a definite effort being graced with your presence; i almost ( Read more... )

a question that i am plagued with,
"what the fuck am i doing?" aside from that i wonder
"when can we play 'ruler of the futon' again?"