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i tried to come up with a formula for jealousy, lust, anticipation, addiction, and obligation to gain a product of enthusiasm, but it was only the consequences of each of those individually, that came a little close to an excitement. but of course i got a little too critical with it, and started complaining again. i just got over a bad case of urushiol sap reactions on my face, and man that was such a shitty week. thanks for the encouragement. sincerely. i wrote a scene to the movie i keep in my hopes, and i relaly do miss--it's not that i hate everything, i am what i love. i just need some motivation and enthusiasm, i just need a sobbering up Knayte holding back my bangs while my head is in the toilet, even though i missed and puked all over my arm. I just need to be waiting at an intersection for the left turn signal light with a bastard beside me. I got a haircut, I'm well on my way towards something rather. I don't understand this, end post.ˇ