randomness floating through my head and out my fingers:
\n – i need to find dennis to massage this crick out of my shoulder.
\n – i want a camera. now.
\n – i should work out tonight, but i need to grocery shop. no, i can’t do both.
\n – my pants are loose.
\n – i’m wearing my cleavage shirt.
\n – in grade school, we had an esl student join our class. i can’t remember where she was from, but we teased her relentlessly. sometimes i feel guilty for that. today, we probably would have gone to jail for it.
\n – i need a sabbatical. maybe i should fall down again. anything to keep me from having to go to work every day. maybe i’ll take all my vacation in one shot. of course i won’t, then i’ll have no reprieve for the rest of the year. that would be bad. someone would most likely die.
\n – i told jim my idea to become a part-time bartender. mmm, cherries.
\n – it’s a very fine line between romantic and creepy. i hope i’m not creepy.
\n – my dad’s a looker for a sixty-nine year old.
\n – can flourescent lights make you sick?
\n – i need friends who’ll play pool with me, or go bowling, or play board games, or go to playland, or rent videos. not that i don’t love my friends. i just need a little more than playing cards. variety!
\n – after over ten years not eating cow, i’m craving steak. i don’t know what to do about it.
\n – i love staring out the window at the trees wiggling in the breeze.
\n – i don’t know anyone i can discuss the season finale of buffy<\/i> with.
\n – after ten years, i’m finally ready to let go of my car. it was my first and i’ll always love it, but i’m no longer deluding myself that it will be my only. i’m taking out all the personal belongings, cleaning her out. i’m getting ready to say goodbye to my hessmobile. i never thought i’d see the day.
\n – anyone want to buy a slightly used accoustic guitar? i don’t think i’ll ever play it again and i’m tired of dusting the case.
\n – isn’t it funny how easily conversation comes once you stop caring about impressing someone?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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