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I'm dating Ben. And Jerry. Shhhh...don't tell anybody.
The house is too hot for my blood: it boils. I need out. OUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT!
All poets are stupid. I hate them. Wow Mapplethorpe Grey is most excellent.
I spent hours carefully scrawling her name onto the side of each bullet.
Came downstairs after a shower to find Elliot conversing with my mother. Tried to get out as fast as possible, before he saw me; struggle to find socks took too long. Went to Vinal Edge and bought the classic, bought Prowler in the Yard.
Killing time before Alex calls. Work has begun on my novel. Have half a page done 3 hours ago before I got frustrated. Jesus, nothing is easy, not even the things that used to be. At least I can still bathe myself.