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Sep 23, 2004 21:31

The problem with me is that I'm only alive if you think I am, so there are extra precautions I have to take. You're told to be active to keep your fitness up. I'm just told to be active.

No, I have to tell myself that.

I'd really like to tell you a story about Maroon and Indigo. You see, Gold was a pianist and Indigo was a postie, so you knew they were doomed from the start - well, that is, doomed by dint of never being able to meet each other in the first place. Except that this might not have been a bad thing, since this would have meant that the doom would have been entirely lost on them. Isn't that the happiest little Catch 22 you ever heard of?

By the way, it's disgraceful to imagine that 'maroon' is pink-like. It's a dark brown-tending red. Shame on you.
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