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on the way to my first academic assignment in 2 years, i discovered that someone attempted to break into my car. right in front of my house/european shack.
the molding of the window lay on the ground, the left corner of the window itself protruding.
living alone has not only made me increasingly neurotic over the last year, but vigilant as well.
my first reaction was resolving to buy myself a gat for my birthday.
the woman whom i collided with last week suddenly claims immobilizing injuries.
i had to issue a recorded phone interview with my insurance company.
i've spent 4 nights in a row at amy's.
alternating between late nights at the ChE building, eating, and discussing sex/renewing my campaign against it. i'm thinking of doing this routinely on monday and wednesday nights because
it has been valid interaction that i've needed and has also motivated me academically.
it's been a challenge reintroducing myself into society/academia after i disappeared for a year to work at trashy diners and see no one but ____ (our only interaction being screwing, arguing, sleeping.)
i've noticed that my soundtrack has reverted to the classics of when i was feeling seventeenandlonely.
consequently, Saturday night after driving around with Cold- Strip Her down on repeat, i found myself with this.
it's just my ... face? ambiguous location.
from a distance it probably looks like a light case of skin cancer.
i'm in love with it. but, i'm positive it's going to work its way out soon since i'm sure it was Maragret's first time ever doing one, though she did tell me, "second, actually."
that much more reassuring.
the molding of the window lay on the ground, the left corner of the window itself protruding.
living alone has not only made me increasingly neurotic over the last year, but vigilant as well.
my first reaction was resolving to buy myself a gat for my birthday.
the woman whom i collided with last week suddenly claims immobilizing injuries.
i had to issue a recorded phone interview with my insurance company.
i've spent 4 nights in a row at amy's.
alternating between late nights at the ChE building, eating, and discussing sex/renewing my campaign against it. i'm thinking of doing this routinely on monday and wednesday nights because
it has been valid interaction that i've needed and has also motivated me academically.
it's been a challenge reintroducing myself into society/academia after i disappeared for a year to work at trashy diners and see no one but ____ (our only interaction being screwing, arguing, sleeping.)
i've noticed that my soundtrack has reverted to the classics of when i was feeling seventeenandlonely.
consequently, Saturday night after driving around with Cold- Strip Her down on repeat, i found myself with this.
it's just my ... face? ambiguous location.
from a distance it probably looks like a light case of skin cancer.
i'm in love with it. but, i'm positive it's going to work its way out soon since i'm sure it was Maragret's first time ever doing one, though she did tell me, "second, actually."
that much more reassuring.