Things I mean to write, but don’t..
- If I wasn’t so neurotic, I’d probably be fat.
- Being single makes me miss every one of my ex-girlfriends–some more than others, but each with distinct fragments of regret. Some fragments are bigger than others.
- Life was much simpler in Asia. I also felt more confident and popular than I do in America, or at least it seems so now.
- Sometimes I feel like spirituality is just another manifestation of an omnipresent death-comprehension insanity. Like alcoholism, or consumerism, or you get the idea.
- I bought some stuff at Wal-Mart this afternoon.
- I called Lauren earlier tonight–she wasn’t home, I didn’t leave a message.
- I have trouble understanding why people continue to tolerate my behavior, or at least why they don’t say anything about it. Perhaps I surround myself with encouragers/ignorers/enablers/…whatever.
- It makes me uncomfortable to talk about my blog in person, or to be present when someone is reading it.
…ok, then.
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