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I'm at the museum today, and I'm feeling the urge to write down a few confessions:
1. I *love* Amy Winehouse, the beehive, and her trashy, druggy style.
2. All of my flats hurt my feet. But I hate buying shoes.
3. The only reason I want to see the East coast is for the food.
4. I don't know if I like children, but they like me.
5. I secretly hope that my career plans fall through so I can become a moghul on the stock exchange instead.
7. I'm still upset about my cat dying, but annoyed at myself for still caring because that was 6 or 7 months ago and I should be over it by now
That's it for today. I should start getting ready to leave!