This blog is welcome to anyone and everyone, regardless of race, class, gender, sexual orientation, or political affiliation. Unless you don't like writing short stories or smelling bear. Or if you voted for the other guy. Also, I don't really like it when you leave up the toilet seat, so could you stop doing that? Muchas, muchas gracias.
and the blog is not an appropriate place to vent, so I will not vent.
Tomorrow during the day I will not let anyone else's assumptions bring me down. Tomorrow night I'm going to have some fun. Tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow I will seek out a friend who will listen.
Tomorrow. I wish it was tomorrow.
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ing at 10:37 PM
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which is too late (again), and once again I find myself in want of someone to just listen, someone I can depend on to be at a certain place at an appointed time. Is that too much to ask?
Today at work I had a record bad day. And what a disappointing evening.
posted by ing at 9:39 PM
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In each eye there is an apple/ Buried there before the eye/ And out of sockets come the branches/ And from the branches dangle I ❦ Will Oldham, “God’s Small Song”
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