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I probably could listen to Flock of Seagulls for a really long time and not be sick of it. For some reason I always think that the fancy condo people that live on 43rd st are all having affairs or classy cocktail martini parties with other people who have car alarms that beep when they exit the vehicle. Absolutely scandelous! But probably not.
I also am still amazed at how my mom lets me walk around the neighborhood so late at night. Then I rememeber..hey! I've been on my own for over a year now! And I can do what I want when I want to do it! I'm not taking enough walks. Someone isn't taking enough walks with me. Times like this I wish Davey and K were the same as they used to be so we could walk aimlessly around midtown, talking about walking to St. Louis or Arkansas. Something completely unreasonable.
My ferret is stretched out on my lap. We are relaxing, I am mentally getting prepared to do some dishes. I think I am in love with him. He's so cute.
I bought myself a new journal. It's leather bound and yellow. I keep forgetting that nobody is going to read it but me, so I don't say anything I should in it. I'm too vain to understand the concept of privacy anymore with my life. I, for some reason, always feel like I should be telling everyone everything. And that isn't really all that important.
This weather is turning me into a 16 year old me. I kind of like it, but it's weird to see how 20 year old me is reacting. We're exhausting.
I also am still amazed at how my mom lets me walk around the neighborhood so late at night. Then I rememeber..hey! I've been on my own for over a year now! And I can do what I want when I want to do it! I'm not taking enough walks. Someone isn't taking enough walks with me. Times like this I wish Davey and K were the same as they used to be so we could walk aimlessly around midtown, talking about walking to St. Louis or Arkansas. Something completely unreasonable.
My ferret is stretched out on my lap. We are relaxing, I am mentally getting prepared to do some dishes. I think I am in love with him. He's so cute.
I bought myself a new journal. It's leather bound and yellow. I keep forgetting that nobody is going to read it but me, so I don't say anything I should in it. I'm too vain to understand the concept of privacy anymore with my life. I, for some reason, always feel like I should be telling everyone everything. And that isn't really all that important.
This weather is turning me into a 16 year old me. I kind of like it, but it's weird to see how 20 year old me is reacting. We're exhausting.