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do you wanna wind up in a graveyard... * 2005-11-074:17 p.m. I have this hatred for Sundays. I guess it's is a product of having always been a bit of a procastinator. Sundays are a reminder of how quickly the weekend has gone by, the work I have put off doing, chores, church, and the pending doom of Monday. This weekend was nice. RR came to visit, and we relaxed, and worked, and cleaned, and shopped, and cooked. It was nice. I am consistently depressed at different levels being away from him. I worry so much about our relationship, and just ending up those people who just "catch up" instead of have meaningful conversations or just meaningful time spent. Speaking of which, I saw some old girlfriends and boyfriends from FAA this weekend. It was nice, but also reminded me of how disconnected I am to that pulse of the community that was my life line for so long. I ponder my previous intentions, and my genuine intentions, and my true goals and dreams for "the revolution." I was reminded that one cannot be revolutionary and effective on one's own. I am torn between the world I lived in, believed in, and the one I am socializing myself into. I actually said "Hispanic" the other day. Wha? Anyhow...off I go...grade or die. Hoo ra. Sunday Afternoon - Lighter Shade of Brown * nostalgia d'jour * sitting on the floor by my brother's arm chair * wish d'jour * RR & I = housemates bout to give this girl a shout >>back in the day>> "i don't want the world, i just want your half..." >>>leave your mark on me / [?uestbook]>>> * me love you long time *
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