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I guess I should say that I disappeared into my job, my fancy-pancy cubicle job where I stare at a computer all day and then come home and find that the last thing I want to look at is a computer. So if you're holding your breath for me to come on instant messenger . . .you must be very blue by now.

I bought a new computer, an apple Macbook, which I think I will call "Apple" after Gwenneth Paltrow's daughter. Guess what? It's mostly used to purchase music from iTunes, because "Poddy" makes me feel like a real music lover, and "Apple" seems to have some internet issues.

What else? Christmas was nice. New Years was great! I can't really comment on the first part but the second part was hilarious!

Last weekend I went to a party to a boy I used to refer to in the old journal as Blue-haired boy. His hair is not blue any more because he's in the Army and stationed in Afghanistan. There was a girl there that I used to really like in highschool. No not that way, I just really wanted to be her friend because I thought she was so (ahem) neat. She hasn't changed a bit, it doesn't look, and I feel like a completely different person. but I don't think I left her with that impression. We exchanged phone numbers but still haven't really connected to TALK, which was what she said she wanted to do. I wouldn't mind talking, and if she wants to TALK, fine. but if neither of us wants to be found it isn't really going to happen.

Sometimes I feel like I'm getting out more than enough, more than I should even, although this weekend all I did was play around with my Poddy.

Hooray! I made it!

Now I must buy myself a present.

Or the opposite.

I'm wondering if 50,000 will really be enough.

In other news, last year it was a lot warmer at this time of year.

Yssssssssssssss

I'm at 35,135.

I had better get to work.

every time I feel my own wrists bend I remember.

rearranging your's in your sleep, which arouse you.

you insisted you knew that your wrists were okay, but.

What could I say,

I never felt so close as to pull your hands out and open those important passages between your digits and your brain,

While you so peacefully,

So softfully,

dreamt your soul full of of joy.

I'm getting less time to work on it at work, as they are making me do work at work now. (I know, those bastards!)

And also I've been out.