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I have survived the invasion of the family on my sanctuary. My mom changed the poem on my computer–a self portrait julia is an artist who cannot find the strength to put on pants–to julia is an artist who WILL find the strength to put on pants. Like she’s trying to be all inspirational and shit like, “C’mon, Julia, I BELIEVE in you. You can put those pants on! One leg at a time!” It’s kind of sweet but don’t mess with my poetry!

I think I’m developing Tourette’s. I almost blurted out, “MOTHAFUCKER!” while in a meeting with my boss (the girl with the supposed hairy ass) while she briefed me on a procedure. That would have been a very embarrassing situation. I don’t think a cover of, “I’m sorry. I SWORE I saw a typo on page 5 but I was wrong” would have prevented my prompt firing.

Today’s mood: Tentatively cheerful

July 27th, 2003 | Comments Off on

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    experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.

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