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I'm in love with my own mobility
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Ah conversations with Seth and copious cigarettes and a Heineken are so much better than focusing. Actually probably focusing on work when I will soon have so much to do is probably a good habit to acquire; reacquire, as it were. Day after tomorrow I get my stuff back, woo. I just want to zine and french inhale and listen to music, but I have class tomorrow morning which means I better read this stuff. It's interesting at least.
Ooh and I exercised today! Tomorrow I might even do it in the gym. Damn I like lifting weights. I wish I had brought the shorts I like with me to school.
Today I also bought a bunch of used books online, ostensibly for future postmodern feminist discussions and technoscience shit, but I definitely threw in an unneccesary book about lesbian photographic representation and some novel by someone I'd never heard of. I haven't been reading enough fiction, and probably soon I will have no chance to do so. That's just sad.
Did I mention I'm in love w/my own mobility? (Wow, could I be more of a cliche?) Well I am. The sky was beautiful today. My hair smells like cigarettes and I can drink water whenever I want.
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Ah conversations with Seth and copious cigarettes and a Heineken are so much better than focusing. Actually probably focusing on work when I will soon have so much to do is probably a good habit to acquire; reacquire, as it were. Day after tomorrow I get my stuff back, woo. I just want to zine and french inhale and listen to music, but I have class tomorrow morning which means I better read this stuff. It's interesting at least.
Ooh and I exercised today! Tomorrow I might even do it in the gym. Damn I like lifting weights. I wish I had brought the shorts I like with me to school.
Today I also bought a bunch of used books online, ostensibly for future postmodern feminist discussions and technoscience shit, but I definitely threw in an unneccesary book about lesbian photographic representation and some novel by someone I'd never heard of. I haven't been reading enough fiction, and probably soon I will have no chance to do so. That's just sad.
Did I mention I'm in love w/my own mobility? (Wow, could I be more of a cliche?) Well I am. The sky was beautiful today. My hair smells like cigarettes and I can drink water whenever I want.
