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Alvy : Ah, Sylvia Plath - the poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by the college-girl mentality.
Annie: Oh, I don't know - I just think some of her poems are neat.
Alvy: Neat? I think "neat" went out sometime around the turn of the century...


That always explained our relationship.
I never realized how much that movie could just reflect me.

I was hoping that sleep would make it go away
But no, woke up feeling just as shitty.

I walked home in the pouring rain last night.
Depressed as anything.
I fell in a giant puddle of mud.
It hit me that I wont have rent in two days.
It hit me that I am horribly scared and absolutely don't know what to do.

I have spent the night becoming instant fag hag comrade and having the best reverse gaydar. Who else in a sea of swarming gay men all half naked, touching each other, can manage to find more straight males than gay ones?

I will write in here more about me, my life and my daily adventures soon.

I guess a little about me, I have high hopes and dreams. And all of this takes a lot of work. Busy busy.
I go to school full time, 16 units, support myself with a full time job and still seem to have a social life.
I seem to write...
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Here it is. The virgin blog.

I will just post a story from the other morning:

Waking Up to Cold Rain..
After a couple, we shall say around two, hours of fitful, unrestful sleep, I awoke (or was woken) to one of my favorite sounds - -
Rain.
While standing in the bathroom, I decide to forego actually trying. Taking off my makeup and applying...
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