the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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there is something about periods of stress, burden, sloth, panick and uncertainity that makes me quite impressionable. These are the times when my body says, "okay, you are going to be sick now and stay in bed so as to not do work." These are the some of the only times in life when i break out in tears (brought on by not-so-touching moments in not-so-touching films, i am referring, of course, to "The Gift" episode of 2002.) These are also the times when I change my mind about occupation over the slightest little thing. A documentary on Triangle Factory Fire has me saying, "I am going to be a union organizer." "Music of the Heart" has me wanting to be education advocate. A poster for a film festival says that I should be a filmmaker. Animal Planet reality show watching leads me to the conclusion that I should be a veteranarian. ETC. It's like I'm 5 years old again.
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