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I really really want a yurt. I imagine they make good hiding places.
I hate it when V is right.
I hate feeling selfconcious. It has the side effect of making me talk like a three year old.
I thought I'd dealt with feeling stupid and ugly but it keeps cropping up again.
I'm feeling sorry for myself so I'll bitch for a while before giving up and going to find some sappy music to listen to. Pay no attention to the girl behind the curtain.
having no one to blame but myself makes being sad less satisfying than it would normally be.
T, I called you and you're downtown, so how about you call me when you get back?
On a totally seperate note I have resolved to quit R&B as the futility of the whole exercise is finally sinking in and I realise just how much time I spend per week pointedly not singing.
someone come talk to me, please? I need people.