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I keep dreaming about the damn oil spill. This willful negligence has damaged my psyche, and yet, I can't seem to figure out how to change things.
My boyfriend is working nights. I still get to see him, but I'm going to miss sleeping with him.
I finished my last class today. No more hot-prof. -__- So sad.
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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