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So I'm giving myself up to this obsession. But it's ok. When was the last time I was this passionate about anything? If I wasn't warm and breathing you'd think I was already dead.
Anyhow... Life goes on.
Besides reading a lot, I've been watching Burn Notice with Terence. In my next life maybe I'll be a spy. Just cause it's cool - involving a lot of firearms, bugs, cars, wads of cash, homemade explosives and hair pins. You also get to be mysteriously sexy and emotionally distant. Haha. The job practically sells itself.
Went for salsa last night. Wasn't too bad. Ormond Hall. Met Paul again. And felt surprisingly less... hostile? irritated? indifferent? disdained? We even went for supper till about 3.30am. Liz, Paul and I just sat at Notti's and talked about the women (or rather: girls) in his life. Nothing new there. Well, not really.
So yeah... tomorrow I'm off again. Got plenty to do though. Library for some printing, bookshop, getting on top of readings and stuff... joy - but still.. better now than later. Post Office.
Anyway, back to the book. :)
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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
2:01 AM, Monday, August 11, 2008
while there's a moon over Bourbon StreetSo I'm giving myself up to this obsession. But it's ok. When was the last time I was this passionate about anything? If I wasn't warm and breathing you'd think I was already dead.
Anyhow... Life goes on.
Besides reading a lot, I've been watching Burn Notice with Terence. In my next life maybe I'll be a spy. Just cause it's cool - involving a lot of firearms, bugs, cars, wads of cash, homemade explosives and hair pins. You also get to be mysteriously sexy and emotionally distant. Haha. The job practically sells itself.
Went for salsa last night. Wasn't too bad. Ormond Hall. Met Paul again. And felt surprisingly less... hostile? irritated? indifferent? disdained? We even went for supper till about 3.30am. Liz, Paul and I just sat at Notti's and talked about the women (or rather: girls) in his life. Nothing new there. Well, not really.
So yeah... tomorrow I'm off again. Got plenty to do though. Library for some printing, bookshop, getting on top of readings and stuff... joy - but still.. better now than later. Post Office.
Anyway, back to the book. :)
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