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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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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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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