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Jun 04, 2007 21:18

We can spend our loves letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are.
Letting our past decide our future.
Or we can decide for ourselves.
And maybe it's our job to invent something better.

I wish I could take credit for that last statement, but sadly I can't. It's from the oddest book I have ever read, "Choke" by Chuck Palahniuk.

Well, I really don't have much to say since I haven't done much these past few weeks but work my butt off working 50-60 hrs a week. But it's okay because I enjoy my time spent painting and I don't really think of it as work as much as fun time since it consists of me joking around with some cool people and talking about our lovely lives and the women in them (AKA one of my "bosses" telling us how we should never get married or have kids because it's the worst decision he made).
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