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Sunday, September 16, 2007
when you are twenty four years old, life does not seem short at all.
also: lack of sidewalks in your neighborhood increases the likelihood that you will be obese. thus, the american dream of suburbia inherantly incorporates weight gain, which is clever. after all, if we weren't so fat, the economy would suffer. no more diet pills, no more fast food, no more treadmills-as-dust-gathering-machines, no more temporary gym memberships.... that might be even worse than eliminating caffeine.
and: i think what i really want is to feel like, with someone, i have said everything i want to say and that i have heard everything that that person wants to say. i really never feel like that at all.
so either i need to figure out how to not have so much to say or how to find someone with a really long attention span.
quote #1: i need someone to pay me to talk. - me
quote #2: ornamental grasses are badass. - him
last: i do indeed like being kissed in a manner that makes me feel intoxicated. i could do that again. and again and again.
* posted by claire * 12:30 PM
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