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I just spent seven minutes in the elevator after the doors closed, waiting for the motherfucker to go down before I realized I hadn't pushed the button to designate which floor I wanted.

Talent.

I've blown out my knee again.

I pushed myself a bit too hard, and that's what happens. I've been dancing every night for the past two months, and my body is finally revolting against me.

I have my ticket to Los Angeles for the weekend of Halloween, and all I can think of is, oh, how fitting.
There are so many ghosts wandering that city,...
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If she says we partied, then I'm pretty sure we partied,
I really don't remember;
I remember we departed from our bodies.

It was inevitable, just waiting to happen.
This is what comes from mixing me: klutz extraordinaire, and moderately high places.

I was attempting to climb down the ladder from the loft while half asleep, probably aiming to strangle one of the cats that had awoken me in the first place. I was still in the top rung when my foot slipped, and there was an...
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YAHOO'S MAILER-DAEMON AUTOMATED REPLY FOR FAILED E-MAIL DELIVERY
IS GETTING A LITTLE TOO INTIMATE.

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Subject: Failure notice

Hi. This is the MAILER-DAEMON qmail-send program at yahoo.com. I'm afraid I wasn't able to deliver your message to the following address. This is a permanent error; I've given up on the message. Sorry it didn't work out.

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Subject: Second...
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I woke up to a bowl of black cherries and chocolate milk at my bedside.

Random fact: I absolutely adore cherries, but I abhor anything cherry flavoured.
It most likely comes from the abundance of medicine I took as a child, all of it meant to taste like cherries, which of course, didn't, at all. Now, any artificial cherry flavouring makes me do...
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I don't have my own words right now.

I haven't, for a while.

Hopefully this will be remedied soon.



Apparently I have a theme going.

Fucking. Awesome.

The stars are disintegrating from the sky and landing in loose powder on my lashes.
I was walking to a gas station earlier this evening, and everything was blotted out in white,
like God had seen the error of his ways in creating Minnesota and was trying to cover his ass with the snowflake version of White-Out.

Everyone who lives in a place that is...
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Today is one of those days where all the songs blur together,
all the lines that told my life better than my own words playing like a broken record in my head.

I've lost my voice again. I suppose it was too much to hope to make it through the winter with the ability to communicate. The outside mirrors the inside.



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