| um.
i like digg and haircuts and taking walks and neighbors. birds make good ones, by the way.
can't wait for next year
the world is mine as much as anyone's. (which is still none, like the difference between unsaid and needing no saying being silence.)
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| sorry about that. i was going to stick to the one-entry-a-month thing, but xanga updates somehow aren't high on my priority lists. they're somewhere below putting a pop tab in atlas the dreadlock and above the scholastic writing contest. everything is a conspiracy theory. and sundays are strange beasts. limbs fall asleep for no particular reason, and i downloaded over 200 songs today? but they're good. old bluesy people with "blind" at the beginning of their names and lots of new hip ones. i forget my dreams too fast after waking. i want to move away.
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| There should definitely be a snow day tomorrow. And when we have the commune house, i want the ceilings to be lower. High ceilings are a waste and make rooms seem really empty and unbalanced and cold. There will also be fireplaces in every room and enough blankets to make the princess+the pea bed at least five times over. my hands are so cold.
i'm going to go listen to this girl in my room, and maybe some edith piaf. what is even on tv nowadays?
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| My hands are cold, my laundry needs to go in the washer, I sort of want for the only food I eat today to be mashed potatoes. this is a weird flowing creative social difficult sleepless lyrical awkward time. Mostly I maybe want to take a nap.
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| my Itunes shuffle convinces me that music is better than just about everything else.
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