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Life could be fucking great
Oct. 11th, 2001 09:51 amI feel like a soft-shell crab who's waiting for my hard shell to finish forming. In the meantime, I can hardly stand to be in my own skin, much less handle outside stimuli. I don't like it.
I talked on the phone a lot last night. Probably too much. Esp. since I barely remember what I said -- though that could also be because I was doing two things at once. With Tara I was putting away and organizing clothes. So when I hung up with her, I remembered neither the conversation nor the location of certain items of clothing. Finally the information came back to me in odd pairs -- the sweater vests are folded together on top of the drawer because english majors are annoying classmates. Then on the phone with Damon I was distracted with tape-making. I can remember everything he told me but nothing I told him.
I made the first half of mixtape last night for someone. This morning I was listening to it on the train and decided it should be called "Not Your Average Love Songs".
Then I had the weird idea of making a copy for my parents. Maybe because today I don't like them very much and I don't like thinking about my history with them or even in general.
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I talked on the phone a lot last night. Probably too much. Esp. since I barely remember what I said -- though that could also be because I was doing two things at once. With Tara I was putting away and organizing clothes. So when I hung up with her, I remembered neither the conversation nor the location of certain items of clothing. Finally the information came back to me in odd pairs -- the sweater vests are folded together on top of the drawer because english majors are annoying classmates. Then on the phone with Damon I was distracted with tape-making. I can remember everything he told me but nothing I told him.
I made the first half of mixtape last night for someone. This morning I was listening to it on the train and decided it should be called "Not Your Average Love Songs".
Then I had the weird idea of making a copy for my parents. Maybe because today I don't like them very much and I don't like thinking about my history with them or even in general.
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