sometimes i notice myself not caring about my clothes, or if my music is hip. im just doing what i like instead. and i really start to feel like im getting older. like today at brunch we talked about our cats - what they eat, how they play. our version of mothers sitting around talking about their children, or wives and their husbands. oh how strange are the patterns of life.
and speaking of strange, my romantic life has been just that. i call it my romantic life because i think thats what its supposed to be called, despite its lack of all assumed qualities. but no going into details. it all zeros out anyway. and i ate too much peanut butter mousse.
2010 is just, something else.
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