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Thursday, November 23, 2006
A Pinstriped Suit Would Do Fine.I guess, at the end of the day, it's the connections you establish with people in life that make you who you are, and the degree and intensity of those connections that define you as a person. I can't help but feel somewhat lacking, when I wander into my younger brother's room and he's on the phone with his 'dear' *shudder*, and right opposite his room, the older brother is talking to his best friend. Leaving me walking down the stairs dejectedly thinking 'Fuck, now I have no excuse to put off unpacking the heaps of boxes in my room.' Of course, instead of doing just that, here I am, blogging about it. Typical. Shamaine says you want your chocolate cake, you go out and get it. But I haven't made up what cake I want. How? Do I want the double chocolate cake, or the bailey's cheesecake, or the tim tam cheesecake, or the chocolate ripple, or the cherry ripe? Damn, all this talk about cake's making me hungry. At 120am. Healthy, Daphne, very healthy. It goes straight to the hips and thighs, you know that don't you?I feel like my life is at such a hiatus. It's moving neither forwards, nor back. Just sashaying about from left to right, unsure of where to go and what to expect. I feel like a smoke molecule in a bottle, bouncing off the walls and going about in an endless pursuit of nothingness. Searching for a way out but there is none, and everyone is peering at me through the microscope.On top of all that, I need a job.
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