28 january 2000 |
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as if constantly seeing the red, white and pink was not enough. nor being bombarded with everything shaped in hearts: chocolates, cookies and cakes. not to mention the flowers and the films and the love songs on the radio. as if those were not enough reminders that love was in the air, the air that i walk through alone, there it was, sitting in my pile of mail:
great expectations
annoyed, i tossed it aside, wondering why it had to be placed in my pile of mail, not hers, not the trash.
and then i saw who it was addressed to -- current single resident -- and realized that that was me.
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inspired: a lovely mixed tape from a lovely girl, and tomorrow i send her mine.
lost:
found:
overheard:
nonsequitur: |