declarations. - pt. time. -

Oct 04, 2005 19:15

I fell on my skateboard today.
I got scraped, and a pair of ripped pants.
I like my job.
I would like the weather to cool off.
I want to read a lot of things but do not have the time.
I have too many people in my life.
I was going to go to the ocean, but I thought the salt water would hurt my leg wound.
There is something about having cuts and scraps from being active that I love.
I love my bike, and I think I'm going to bike to school from here on out.
My bed is wonderful, but I spend too little time therein.
I watched 'Dig!' again last night. Still thought it was cool.
I still miss and think about France a lot.
Whenever I drink wine, I get sad about France.
Let's talk poetics, shit.
The Newport Beach cops called me 'dapper'.
New York seems really far in my memory.
I think I just worked too much.
I think about the people I worked with often.
I plan on learning German. And going to Germany.
The party was a shade of bizarre.
I loved seeing and talking to Katarina.
I'm about to go wake up Mike, then return the keg, then bike, then sleep.
Sleep well.
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