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nothing feels better than finding your keys.
especially when you have thoughts that someone in your complex stole them, or that you threw them away, or that the newpapers guy took them and is eyeing your car, or that your boyfriend has them and is now in San Diego.
its funny to me how much, well for me, resides on that little chain. its my whole way of being. the place you sleep and how you get around. if this was prehistoric times it'd be the lever to remove the rock from my cave door, or my yoshi sized dinosaur whistle ;)
especially when you have thoughts that someone in your complex stole them, or that you threw them away, or that the newpapers guy took them and is eyeing your car, or that your boyfriend has them and is now in San Diego.
its funny to me how much, well for me, resides on that little chain. its my whole way of being. the place you sleep and how you get around. if this was prehistoric times it'd be the lever to remove the rock from my cave door, or my yoshi sized dinosaur whistle ;)