well, this has been an interesting weekend to say the least. My bestfriend thinks I should see a doctor, and I don't like doctors. He's been incredible to me the past few days. I've been weird. Like jealous. I see him flirting with other girls, and while it's not her I'm jealous of...or the fact that it's him, it's that I miss it myself. I mean, it took me 18 and 1/2 years to find someone I felt I could be compatable with, and it was taken away very suddenly. What if it takes me another 18 and 1/2 years? On lighter notes, I've come to realize things. I'm making a list of things I need to not do, and need to do. Small accomplishments to keep me happy. One is to stretch my ears, and dred my hair. Another is to NEVER buy another magazine (only special issues I feel worthy enough). So I guess it's off to bed. I dunno. I hope.
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I remember having that same thought: that it took me 18 years to meet someone and might take another 18 to meet someone else. Let me reassure you: it doesn't.
I think giving up magazines is an excellent resolution. Or at least not being enslaved to them, not reading them regularly. The shape of our lives is too much dictated by multinational media conglomerates as it is. Break the chain!