the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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12:10 p.m. + 2003-09-09 = not what i was expecting to write.
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a morning of leisure and a piece of mind granted allows for a new sort of comfort. piecemeal i go, finding my, for lack of a better word, "replacements." the raveonettes are my new hives/white stripes. sarah halle is my new allison hawley. the medicore coffee (and half decaf at that) of the cafeteria is my new diet coke, plus much easier to acquire by means of petty theft. gustavus is my new uppsala. stircrazy is my new frustration.
sitting here, knowing that i cannot leave for a few months, knowing that i should be enjoying this time here but instead long for the he and to be somewhere else. it's practically fall semester 2001 all over again. but its not deja vu, nor history repeating. it more like dharma. although, even that is not absolute. and now i've a date with virginia woolf and the NY times crossword over mock-coffee. "i'm an old-hand" is my new "been there, done that."
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