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At work, leaving soon.
There's something horribly wonderful about listening to the Beatles very loud. It drowns out bad thoughts. I can't believe I didn't pay more attention to them before. I'm a putz.

:)

To jnglboogi and photicdriver and anyone else going to the swank 80's party tonight, I'm sorry. I really wanted to go. But lately, I haven't felt like going out or partying very much. I might go see a movie after I leave here, I might not. I feel like I should, as Staci is here with me and waiting for me so that she can drive me home. She wants to go to a movie and it's been months since I've had that simple pleasure. :/

I'm wearing a black and grey stocking cap today. It's actually pretty cute, yo, as my hair is short enough to just stick out and flip out a little from underneath it. Word. Perhaps tonight is the night I'll finally put zee blonde streaks in my hair. Jesus christ, I should just stop talking about when I MIGHT do it...because it never happens.

I might be moving home within months. I mean, as in January.
It all depends on how much this insurance is really going to cost me. I'm not going to talk about that anymore either.

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With gentle urging from a certain sailor...an AIM-inspired poem for you all.

With many dead sailors and fisherman strewn about the craggy rocks, fog obscuring the ship's view and crashing waves beating the rocky shore.
Yes, that is what my AIM window should be.
Rotting seaweed,
The stench of a thousand dead fish and men alike.
A lone figure atop the flashing beacon of light, leaning and staring forlornly out to sea.
Yes, that is what my AIM window should be.

Heeeehehehehe...
:)

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