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Peeing sideways sucks.

I have developed a crush on Kirsten Dunst. And to make things worse, I think its because she's Mary Jane in Spider-Man. A continuing statement on my addiction to the fantasy of women and the myths of romance and love.

Yeah... totally not wanting to be awake tomorrow, but definately not wanting to go to sleep. Insomnia seems more...
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I feel like my life has become sort of a presidential reversal, a countdown to namelessness with the squeaking, unoiled hinges of my brain chanting "one more year... one more year...".

It's this place that I can't deal with. Some shitlick excuse for a 20-something's amusement park. I will not be stuck here after they finally decide to let me be. Once they finally quit...
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<b>Pilot</b>

Tell your mother to marry him
Then ask dear John to carry her home
O'er the threshold he gave to her
Promised to stay with her but
Never quite managed to fake

The act that he made created a radio play
A fantasy stage a cage for belongings
A song that he sings to bring sweet disaster
A siren still laughing at fine ever...
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(TUES)

Cleaning. Cleaning. I swear to God, I've become a house mouse. Louse. Grouse... let me out of this place now.

I went to my second open bar in my life last night. Jamie treated me to the Hot Corner shibang. I wonder if they'll let me into Harry Bissett's for theirs. Probably not. I wasn't part of the brotherhood there. Plus, even The Amigos...
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Doing this and that and this and then some. Doing the heel toe through stomping grounds of old. It's like high school with a seedier pulse, making my face an indistinct mask and imprinting my soulstuff on wallpaper yellowed with nicotine. Residual impressions of a collegiate nonparticipant. Big words for a... fuck if I know.

It's been nifty, though. Watched The Illusionist, was okay. Ended...
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I hate this blog crap but I haven't written a word that isn't an essay in the past three months so maybe maybe maybe....

Things -- things are all right. Visiting family relatively often but am growing more and more drained the longer I stick around. Atlanta, that is. Not my family.

Finally got up the ego to start asking girls out again. Gone on...
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Cleaning. Cleaning. I swear to God, I've become a house mouse. Louse. Grouse... let me out of this place now.

I went to my second open bar in my life last night. Jamie treated me to the Hot Corner shibang. I wonder if they'll let me into Harry Bissett's for theirs. Probably not. I wasn't part of the brotherhood there. Plus, even The Amigos in...
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