We keep our insignificant blemishes so that we can blame them for our larger defects. Take, for example, my nose. It's been broken four times and is consequently as bent as Rufus Wainwright's sexuality. People tell me that it's "distinguished" when I swear I will get the damn thing straightened one day, but I know this is only to protect me from
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Where've you been?
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Damn you and your intelligent posts. My posts are all...stupid rantings about my day, not the complex, contemplative novel-worthy essays you write.
Blast!
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You should also tell me where you've been, how life has been treating you and how and why you rejoined LiveJournal. That being a good thing, of course, because you disappeared without a trace last time, or at least I wasn't informed.
Your old friend,
Kimia
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I EXPECT RELATIVELY FREQUENT POSTS.
I love to marvel at the way you thinkxx
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