Mar 22, 2005 13:12
I wish I had good handwriting. I'd wax poetic about having to 'break in' new Rhodia pads all important-like, as though I actually wrote this thought there. Truth is, I just buy them, crease the cover appropriately, and then buy a different size. It's a foot left of the keyboard.
For the past week someone else's voice has been coming out of my mouth and someone else's thoughts have been going through my head. Being sick is funny.
I've been very open and aggressive and not very amusing. I guess I have good friends, because they still call me.
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I want short lines of italic'd love & dedication over stanzas of heartbreak and agony.
cough, cough.
syphilis?
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I turned in my old keys.