I can't say it like I write it...I can't write it like I think it...I can't think it like I feel it...and I don't feel a thing.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
ps, i finally caved and signed up for netflix. if you have an account, i would like to be your netflix-friend in order to make myself feel more popular. so please let me know.
He heard the words drag out. He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over. --Flannery O'Connor, "The Barber"
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i sent you an invite
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