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it seems that when i go several long weeks (now months) without posting i always find myself back here, head hung in shame -the neglectful memory keeper. i found an entry saved in text edit that i failed to post over the summer:

it is already the tail end of june and unlike other years i haven't found myself wishing the clock to fast forward to ( Read more... )

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the ( Read more... )

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god, if only i could retrace my steps and cover up the track that i decided to make towards you in the briefest of memory lapses. i forgot just then how these conversations used to go -absolutely nowhere.

if i had $500 to spare i would catch a flight to los angeles tomorrow. as it is, i am in my bedroom scarfing down forkfuls of piping hot chicken pot pie and watching wedding videos online. i am swiping at the tracks left by over-priced black mascara with a serviette because that is what i do -i weep over the drawn-out deaths of fictional characters ( Read more... )

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