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The world has been hating on me these past two days. I'm really unsure about what's going to happen with my entire tattoo internship thing, I've failed two written exams for a driver's license, all the music I have on my iPod is fucking depressing [I mean, yeah, Katt and I have come to that realization a very long time ago, but I was listening to some Robbie Williams on my walk back home and it got me all moody -- then I realized nearly ALL my music makes me moody], and I may be coming down with something.
But a simple text like "I come back Thursday night, babe. I was just telling Annie how much I miss you. And Israeli breakfasts, let's go eat in the place across from Dizzengoff Center on Friday" from Shani, who's currently vacationing in London; or a haiku from Ori [the guy I've known since kindergarten; "This viking / Does not steal, rape or anything / He sells costumes"] can really make my day.