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i'm going to become a writer for cosmo. you don't have to make any sense at all.
went for a bit of a walk, taking steps in recovering bits of my identity. fuck, i want my wallet back. it's making me extremely paranoid. i carry a pink xacto knife in my bag. same bat time, same bat place.
i'm looking forward to the sunlight in my new kitchen; it's sunlight to cook pasta in.