time. i do not have enough time.

23 days 23 days 23 days 23 days.

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certain events have caused me to revert to tourette's syndrome; i've startled more than one passer-by with a well-placed "fuck! argh!"

it is embarrassing, but i've got other things to worry about. Mostly some choices. There are things I want to do, but I am NOT contributing to that smirk, and I am NOT going to be another notch on anyone's belt.

I'm squelching thoughts of, "okay, it can work out, if i just do more of this and less of that"

and also. i hate dealing with the repercussions of all this moving. Lost friends and distant friends and new friends, and maybe i'm just tired.

back to singing "untouchable face" under my breath as i walk, belting it in the elevator in between floors

Mornings are gorgeous these days - cool and fresh, with the promise of sunny days just around the corner.

23 days. Did i mention that?

12:11 p.m. - 2003-03-22