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my life seems to get odder and odder the longer i'm here. it's not odd in an outrageous way, because i'm long past that, but it's just funny. it's actually a fun life. it's friday night and i'm sitting home listening to old tapes of semi-experimental early nineties rock and painting (badly, as those of you who have seen my alcohol induced art know). yesterday i was jogging and someone honked at me and i turned my head and ran into a telephone pole and very likely dislocated my shoulder. i've developed a crush on someone, which to me seems silly and middle school. i've stopped being angry and am now just sick at heart about the elections. i don't know what i want to be anymore, and that's ok.