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Sam and I decided that we were going to miss our train, I was desperate. I was eighteen. There is something about doing things with my parents for a wedding gift for an old family friend. It freaks me out that she's getting married because in my head so I just don't bother. That probably is it. You can't see my desk right now because it's covered in books with titles that say things like Making it National and The Material Life of Human Beings. There are about five pairs of shoes under my desk. CDs are thrown haphazardly into the shelves at the side of my soulless corporate job. What a future.

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[darlita.livejournal.com]

The "What a future" in the end kills me.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

It's actually a pretty good summation of my life in general.

[happiestwhen.livejournal.com]

I was desperate. I was eighteen.

This part is really poignant. I'm still confused about how these posts are compiled and why?

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

That part sounds like I'm narrating the story of my stint as a prostitute.

I have no idea why, it's an LJ function, I was just following Sam's orders.

[one-if-by-land.livejournal.com]

it took me a long time to realize what this post is. For a while I thought it was just the fitz factor.

[cherprudence.livejournal.com]

I'm still confused :(

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

I've lost the link, but it's an lj function that generates a post automatically using the content of your old posts.

[cherprudence.livejournal.com]

OHhhh I see. its poetry!

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

hey

[one-if-by-land.livejournal.com]

[font.livejournal.com]

fitz, we all feel like this when we make these steps toward growing up. it's natural to feel weighed down by possessions, to feel like with each acquisition, a bit of your soul is lost, but that isn't how it really is. your future is what you make of it, and your soul will always be there, no matter what you end up doing or owning. i know you feel lost right now, but it will pass. you'll be all right.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

sage advice as always u_u

[font.livejournal.com]

i did this yesterday afternoon and it just reposted my very first entry verbatim.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

maybe it wants to take you back to a more peaceful time?

[font.livejournal.com]

i just looked. it wasn't my first entry verbatim. but it was completely grammatically correct and logically sound and it sounded just like what my first entry said. i am a little freaked out.

[font.livejournal.com]

my second attempt went like this, and i would leave it if it weren't for the fact that it is over half garrison keillor:

Actually, this is an all-inclusive recommendation; I'm just pretty certain that tofty (and quite possibly bowdlerized as well) will enjoy it, while the rest of you, maybe, maybe not.

But! I have finally, after a long and shy courtship period, purchased M. Ward's Transistor Radio, which follows It's a Wonderful Life and Yankee Hotel Foxtrot as my oh my god, if you listen to me now that what I had seen was utterly ordinary, everybody comes into the world pretty much like that. In the same spirit, I walk around St. Paul and think, This is a great country and it wasn't made so by angry people. We have a long way to go and we're not getting any younger.

The Union is what needs defending this year. Government of Enron by Halliburton and for the last six and a half ago.

I'd thought I had made some progress, thanks to the crash course in fannish grieving that is victoria p.'s chronological recs list, but after finally rereading the book, I find myself still wary and suspicious. Why did Bellatrix use a Stunning spell? What about the mirrors? Isn't it convenient that the only students who witnessed it were Harry and Neville, while every student who would be able to see thestrals for the first time I can remember, I watched Detroit play as hard as handfuls of gravel.

Significantly, it was not his ordinary exactions which roused the greatest resentment -- his levying toll upon their sea-chests for clean shirts for himself, his appropriation of the best cuts of the meats served, nor even his taking their coveted issues of spirits. These things could be excused as understandable, the sort of thing after it has already happened. Wade Miller? He used to live here! Jim Edmonds? He used to live here! Jim Edmonds? He used to live here! Johan Santana? He used to live here! Jim Edmonds? He used to live here!

Rick Ankiel? I dunno. It's a little depressing.