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after seeing my friend's post about her dreams, i think i'm gonna start keeping a journal of my dreams - not here- 'coz a lot of them aren't as vivid as the "boys-with-foreskin-on-their-faces" that Catrafelina had. I promise that if I dream of anything that fantastic, this journal will document it first.

I'm painting my kitchen and the fumes are making me lightheaded right now. i ripped the plaster off of one wall and exposed the brick, too. kool.

i want to go to the nye party in new york, but i'm nervous about meeting new people. it seems that everyone knows everyone at SG. i feel just like i did in HS. when i was younger, my dad moved all the fucking time. 10 times while i was in school; 3 times my freshman year of high school. i was always the new one, and i always moved before i could meet get comfy or have close friends. it's ok. now i just goof off and everyone thinks i'm happy/crazy, so they relax around me and then i can relax, too. but i sure felt funny when i applied to the SGNY group - like it was a fraternity or something

maybe i'm just chicken
or a pussy
or a pirate happy face
with a pet robot