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Working in this room feels slightly like being in a microwave, minus my skin burning off and my body exploding. But there is this constant whirring noise, and it's hot, and my head hurts. I'm guessing that if I spent 2 hours in a microwave, at the very least my head would hurt.
My feet are up on the table, TV on, gchat and facebook chat a-buzzin', aaand, several hours of work left to go, due tomorrow morning. It's 1:30am. I can't wait for the weekend. Word up.
The rays of sunlight that peeked through the clouds the day I had that soccer game when I was 10. The field was ugly and I'm pretty sure we lost, but the heavenly rays are what stick with me.
I make honest decisions, do what feels right and good, and who's left? The people who I want standing beside me. Life's a sieve.
He was a foreign-grown, imported, aged-to-perfection, one-of-a-kind, genuinely good person. And it's our loss that he's not here anymore.
I love when my iPod picks a song that's good for walking. I wonder if someone where to document me (which they should), would they be able to tell when I'm listening to a good walking song and when I'm not? Or do I always have the same bounce in my step?
My favorite part of Boston is right near the Old State House. It's just this little tiny piece of history dwarfed by skyscrapers.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming swimming swimming swimming... I'm probably like the tenth person to make that reference, but we'll find out in 10 seconds.
A weapon, according to Jean in "Rhinoceros." Also, what I practiced while I waited for this page to load.
I can't wait to grow up and have a home to decorate with things like coasters. I'm 20 years old and I get way too excited when I see homeware sales online. Clearly I was born to be a housewife.
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