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you may say i am a dreamaaaaaaaa, but i'm not the only one.
i feel so mature taking care of my sick self, doing my own laundry, doing homework in advance, using highlighters for studying and watching black and white movies on vhs. i'm missing word on the street, which seemed like it would be hella good, but i've got to save my bus tickets to get to the health card place. plus i would probably die of pnemonia or something on the way. i'm glad i moved here, theres always something to do. AGO on wednesdays fo free, jane goodall speaking at bookstores on bloor. beautiful men cascading out the doors of u of t. beautiful men EVERYWHERE. my husband is waiting around the corner somewhere, hoping i find him and lose 30 pounds in the meantime. i love daring to dream. but my sleep dreams are always bringing me back home.
3:34 pm - September 27, 2009
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