palindrome

The least offensive church billboard I've ever seen:

"The most valuable things in life aren't things."

...and on that note, I have a stolen bible in my purse. Completely unrelated.

Plagued by unsettling and strange nightmares lately... it seems uncharacteristic, since I seem to think I'm pretty happy during my waking hours. Yet this morning I awoke in a cold sweat; I had been comforting my dying cat, who had just been hit by a car. I startling realization that her brain was trickling through my fingers brought me to sudden wakefulness. I was afraid...
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Scourings supplemental to these are only due to habit:

"Now, habit is continuity of action, it is a most detestable thing and is very difficult to get away from. A proverb will run where writ will not, and the follies of our forefathers are of greater importance to us than is the well-being of our posterity."

Long story short: I don't give compliments easily. More so when its something past noting how short a skirt is, or the low cut of a blouse. Praise is hard-won, not because I lack appreciation, but because its usually so cheap. Sycophants abound; its easy to find someone to gush about your work, more because they want nothing more than your validation of their existence...
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Its a perfect day for hiking.

Why, then, am I at the library?

Last night was strange.

This entry was much, much longer. I couldn't really say why I deleted it. Now its gone forever.

Back to Kafka and ignoring the other Tri-Met passengers.

Have I ever mentioned my extreme distaste for job hunting? Not that I mind having a job, its the search I hate. For example: Yesterday I forwarded a resume in response to an ad for a personal assistant to a mortgage banker. The response I receieved today went as follows:

Que?

Whatever,...
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I need a job.

How depressing.

Debauchary abounds. Did I mention that I love this city? Or that Dante's doesn't serve PBR??

Okay, so I'm here. I wish I had more to say, but the last week has been a bit of a blur- and for more than a few reasons.

Suffice to say, I love the city. I love my tiny apartment, the creaky wooden floors, and the ancient elevator. I love the view of the city from the window over my bed, especially at night;...
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