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who do i sing my gypsy blues to? everyone's feet are made to wander, but mine are getting tired. in a perfect world i would spend this winter drinking coffee and learning to knit and becoming a circus girl with a circus cat. the house would be warm and smell of cinnamon and cedar and no one would mind the dirt on the floor when pondering the possibility of awesome conversation. i would find a job on the regular and see some doctors. i would visit many other houses and when my nerves got jumpy i would have a hand to reach out to. i would not worry so much about having a hair out of place. i would not worry about the next paycheck dissection. i have a feeling that when the part of the world i call mine starts to get colder, i will pull away and curl inward. just because i can recognize a bad habit, doesn't mean i can stop it. if anyone in the internet universe is actually reading this, please suggest books and movies and music full of magic and soul i can fill my time up with. i plan on wasting lots of evenings at home if i can help it.