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Never, EVER, let me into a western bar. I don't think i'd wear it well, much less be able to watch my mouth.

I have decided, by the way, that honestly is a valuable thing. The notion of "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" is flawed, because it promotes deception. And is less fun. Basically, it means more to be true to yourself than anything. Or so i hear. But then i've been thinking lately that, as a once wise man said, i'm not greedy for money; i'm greedy for respect. And i like saying greedy, because it sounds like some kind of fruit.

There's no point to this, as per usual, but it's Spring Break, i'm bored out of my skull, & i'm not sure what all's going on. There's a vague, catch all of a statement if i ever saw one.

So i've been really, really digging any version of "Pictures of Matchstick Men" i can get my hands on. What a great song. I have no idea what it is. That & the Zombies lately. Damndest thing. I'm debating a way to use those for something. Might have something. I'm speaking in terms of writing, not anything remotely useful.

I'm thinking of making a major decision, which i guess isn't a decision so much an idea of when to go with it. It's nothing i feel like i ouright want to mention here, but apparently many can guess, so whatever. We'll see how it goes. Maybe the fourth-fifth time is the charm.

Cops came TWICE yesterday for people in the complex. I need to get out. The more i think about it, i think the sooner is the better. I want out. But man, twice in like six hours? That's amazing. Hasn't been that frequent, just the once a week.

Eh. Whatever.