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Monday, June 25, 2007
The Love of the Last Tycoon
"It takes more than brains. You writers and artists poop out and get all mixed up and somebody has to come in and straighten you out." He shrugged his shoulders. "You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them -- always thinking people are so important -- especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me but I wear my heart where God put it -- on the inside." F. Scott Fitzgerald
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
the limnetic zone is open water in the middle of a lake or pond.
it is seven : twenty-eight and right now I am procrastinating. I even like life science; honest, i do! I think I`m tired, though.
I wrote many Christmas cards today.
&clipped my fingernails. they look good!
I also realized that I am in no place to be exclusively sharing my soul with one boy, or any boys for that matter. It was a sort of "eureka" moment. sort of.
in summary, i had a waffle at breakfast and wrote Nina a letter.
I wrote many Christmas cards today.
&clipped my fingernails. they look good!
I also realized that I am in no place to be exclusively sharing my soul with one boy, or any boys for that matter. It was a sort of "eureka" moment. sort of.
in summary, i had a waffle at breakfast and wrote Nina a letter.
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