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My day is done. I'm now 24 years old plus one day. Having now completed two Chinese zodiac cycles, it is proper that I stand at the best place I have ever been. In this particular Year Of The Pig, I'm nothing near perfection, but the closest to wisdom I could possibly be. Twenty-one was the exploritory year. Twenty-two was the fun and wreckless abandon year. Twenty-three was the adult year. I hope to make twenty-four the cloudless year.
As I pare down my life into more and more minimal yet enriching centers, the questioning buzz in my head only increases which is as bemusingly welcomed as much as it is a nuissance. When I am one hundred and two years old I hope to smile through the cataracts glaring at my lack of ever truly knowing anything and realize my brain as a scroll of unsatisfied posits and thought.
If you've ever met me, please know that I hold every person I've met in the most romantic regard possible. Be it love or hate, you're glorified in it way beyond comparison or comprehension.
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In seven days I move and in fifteen days I go to Europe. In six days I was supposed to see CocoRosie in Toronto, but it would appear the band got arrested and cancelled their tour. Seriously.