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-------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual
the more I try to think of something
deep & poignant & moving
the more the white text entry box mocks me
so i return to the old ways
paper and slightly chewed pencil
gel pens and post it notes and
all i get is random doodling ...
what themes are prominent in my life?
my parents health is failing
i don't know where my best friend is
or how shes doing
i live in a fantasy world online where I'm not me, but an andriod with long blue braided hair who is armed to the teeth.
money sucks.
phong is still great, but i spent the entire first year of our relationship bending my poetic art, if you want to call it that, toward exulting and lauding my unending and wonderful love for him.
i really can't think of anything new to say about it. not that i love him less, just that ive got so many notebooks full of the stuff and its all absolute drivel. ive never been the kind of person to write love poems, anyway.
so.
yeah.
let me think of something deep to say about this sausage biscuit and hash brown.
let me think of something beautiful about this cluttered desk with multi colored post it reminders and phone number lists.
the mysterious phone cord that somehow, no matter what i do, becomes tangled in a knot. And its not just this one!! This is the 3rd phone cord, and for some reason, I knot them to bits. I have no idea what I'm doing to it either!! I just ...talk on it?
Liz brought donuts today.
So much for health ^
Maybe I'll go have a cigarette now too, insult to injury.
Back in 5. ;P
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