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abstract thoughts - 2000-02-26
Sometimes one thinks they enjoy something, or rather, don't enjoy something, and one thinks that they don't want to be a part of a certain thing. Then they reluctantly try that certain thing, and they have the proverbial Green Day time of their life. Then they want to become that certain person. They want to go to Le Chateau and spend their tuitions on clothes and hair dye, and sparkly stuff. Stuff that would make the crow from The Secret of Nimh cream his pants... Then they want to be in that eternal world they dreamed of while sleeping on their history text books... The void where the young man made out with his beautiful stranger on the dance floor. That came up tonight. Startling dreams... Like Chad would say, "things happen for a reason." Chad is not the most eloquent of folks, but he is a nice guy. I like him. The room is still prepared with Christmas lights; a city of candles, and, well, not-so fresh sheets. Hey, that's moot! I'm talking about how I want to be a clubber. Dance all night, and take a lot of aspirin in the morning. Talk about tequila sunrises and go camping in the summer. Keep a pack of Players Extra Light in the console... It is my destiny! But only for twelve nights or so... All the right songs are coming on right now. I know who I want to take me home... Hey, I know who I HAD take me home! Beat that Semisonic! Time to go pass out on my pink sheets. I love you all, in my own way... All of you who take the time to read this... You are reading my soul, my source code. Thanks. I appreciate the interest. Keep reading! Make sense of this entry (or ANY for that matter), and win a bagel! See you tomorrow. Goodnight, thanks.
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