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woke up, fell back asleep, woke up with a 16 lb cat on my bladder, peed (not in the bed), coordinated plans for the day with two plans, walked to the Market in disgusting heat and humidity, filled all the orders from friends for fresh things, walked home again dripping sweat, said hello to crazy old lady in the park. looked around the house, realized had no food that sounded good.
so i'm getting in the shower soon, popping 800mg of ibuprofen for the violent heat-headache, getting re-dressed, stopping by the only freestanding-Lebanese-owned-authentic Hovan in the world to pick up falafel, then heading to a friend's house to pick her up and go thrift storing and mall-ing (both of which i despise) because she turned thirty last weekend and is acutally doing something for herself and flying to new york in a few weeks to spend time with another friend who is turning thirty in brooklyn. i really hope there will be beer at some point.
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
Just realize that you're armed with smart but heavily outnumbered.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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