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self loathing.

sometimes it seems that life can play the music for us. one pretty little note, right after the next. that flows into this beautiful compostition.
all the other times, its like all the notes are pressed at once. and salvation comes from two finger tips, pressed tightly against your ears.

an art show.
an artist.
an after party.
and two hours of sleep (from 4-5:45)

life throws all kinds of punches. i used to sit and take them. for the first time, i feel like dodging them.

an early wake up call.
alabama.
a 10 hour bus ride.
a 2 hour game.
and a sunburn.

all this time i've been lonely. it's about time i make myself happy.

9:54 p.m. - 2005-08-28

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