A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entering another year february, babysitting neighbor's cat minding my own small cluster of deranged hairballs...survived this latest round of budget cuts at the office, i am now the longest lived member of the office staff...others have been with the agency longer, but i have been with this office for almost 11 years. my earliest romantic failures are now all facebook friends, those muses of my youthful angst and unintentional causes of the wilder misadventures that colour my recollections When i finally summoned my nerve to approach the lookalike, she stopped riding that bus...these things tend to happen like that, so i can#t let myself get too twisted up over it. i've mostly reached a good place, i am not as consumed by these odd emotional speedbumps as i used to get, more sanguine, if that is indeed the right word. the only thing that bothers me is that the less these things pain me, the less creative i feel...such an odd trade-off 10:42 p.m. - 2010-02-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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