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tralalainsomnia.
i came across many old photos and other gems including my collection of 14 different covers of Wild Horses, which i'm currently making my way through along with the majority of Deftones' and Dax Riggs' catalougues. i briefly wondered how i had time to collect most of this garbage.
then had flashbacks of when i stopped eating, sleeping, and going to class for 2.5 months, eventually running away completely for a week during this.
i'm attempting to break away from this pattern in the next three weeks for school.
but finishing purpleikon's and my collection of THE essential 90's alternative songs (ex. little sister by the nixons) is too tempting.
i went to Albertson's because browsing the produce aisle at 1:20am is somehow soothing.
artichokes and my first copy of Marie Claire.
i have work from 7-2pm.
i am strongly encouraging invitations to do anything with anyone after 4:30.
Marie Claire did this half-assed 5/4-page cover story of underground prostitution travel tours.
[this is an entirely new shift in thought, btw]
admittedly, it did sound exotic and fun.