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magikal moments

sometimes i get these twangs of feelings. emotions. my heart strings being played like a banjo.

sometimes i feel left out. a girls night. a road trip. a we had the best time ever. a why didn't you show up?? the usual gripes.

i think its my own fault. i think i give off this aura of i don't like you or something. i keep people distanced. i don't remember names and i forget faces. how do girls become friends anyway? i feel like i've been missing this gene my whole life.

i was reading up on a certain author who shall remain nameless, but i happen to be inspired by his life, not because he was so reclusive and anti-social (not only that at least), but more because he was so organized. he had colored folders with tabbed dates and times all filed together. he had a bunker and a clean slated desk with typewriter, and he typed using only 2 fingers. he had filing cabinets. filing cabinets sound like perfection to me. like heaven!

i know i don't have what it takes to be a recluse. i even told myself that i'd go to karaoke but not sing. yeah right.

but it's not like i don't know the secret weapon to all this bullshit or anything.

oh you didn't know?

i have magik powers. no joke.

12:35 p.m. - 2005-05-12

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