You are right, thom thom is really in the know. Send him my love. I'm actually even starting to miss Thom. I was thinking about the apartment, I was thinking about you... it's not fair that you two have moved on and I am still here. Nothing but precipitations! Remember... full, fill, fulfillment. Here was 29.09.09 entry:
"High class games of sorrow. Thank you Bowie. I guess that would require one to evade life in the name of romantic ideals. Paris? New York? Your back yard? In the end we created it all in our heads and it never existed. Who is calling? Perhaps we imagined that too. (music note) All you pretty things...(music note) Books bound by golden bonds, knots tied in lace. God knows I love you, whoever you may be."
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Sometimes you're embarrassed to be around some friends. Don't be that friend. These are the details of a life uneventful. I tell myself I need to continue to read but this continuum has been long ago broken. I wish I was back in school hurrying to finish an essay so that way I can let my natural procrastination lead to something creative. So far this is all I have and I can't figure out a focus so I'll let things ride on ambiguously. Enjoy.
