Sometimes I am monomaniac.
I realized, last night, that all of my
career choices aren't going to get me
anywhere. I realized how I hate money
and calf-like crushes. I realized that
I'm not fair with my explanations.
I just want to be found, not profound.
I'm not decent, and I'm not too good at
tactical evasion. Most days, I'm dour.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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