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Oh, and I have complete fucking writers block. I just cant write. Its like you have to digest what you want to write about. Like the writting part of the mind is more in tune with the subconcious than the concious thought. Strange. And I forgot to mention, in case anyone wonders, I am actually really happy in Ramona. I think when I get my own place way down in the future it has to be somewhere rural. Besides the fact that theres not much to do up here but work, read, go on walks and play on the computer, its kinda nice not to be distracted by the sex drugs and rock and roll of city life. I dont know though, I think Id have to have two places. One in the city one in the country. But its wierd cause I say I like it up here but it almost pains me to say that. Strange. Maybe its just living up on this hill that I like, kinda like looking down on the rest of the world.