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Jun 08, 2008 12:37

I've taken my nocte dose of prn temazepam. 40 minutes ago now, so the eyes are drooping heavy. i'm playing Clare bowditch's "I thought you were God". On repeat. Like I used to play it in Rocky when I first discovered this sensational moving artist. So I'm listening and reflecting.... it's melancholic, yet inciteful and hopeful.... I love it.

Life has been a compound fracture for since my months holiday in America. I realise that staying local is staying idol.

B, this is why you and I broke up. And this is why you and I were destined for a brief affair. I need someone to push me. To inspire me. To offer me dreams and motivation. I couldn't be the tap, the only source of spontaneity, effort, hope. I needed someone who had dreams for something greater than a mundane Maryborough existence. Perhaps you would be willing to move around with me. But I needed someone who would drag me around. I couldn't handle being a sugar mamma to someone 3 years my senior.

You are excited about taking the sides off your ute. For no practical reason but because you think it will look 'hot'.
1. I don't think 'hot' can be attached to the word utility vehicle.
2. I don't see how taking sides of a ute could in any way improve the aesthetic appeal.
3. You are excited about buying a dashboard cover to protect the car. Don't talk to me about spending money enhancing the car I gave you hard earned cash to buy.

There. That is it. In a nutshell. That is why you and I could not be.
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