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I like it that my cat always jumps on my lap, when I'm on the computer. I like that I can't do shit. The only thing I can do is mop. What the fuck is wrong with me? My life isn't bad. Not at all, far from it. I feel like I'm in the warm up area still. I haven't even gotten to the starting line and the race is a really slow fifteen hundred. Can I not stop sounding like a fucking miserable mess? I'm not.

Yesterday, I watched Eternal Sunshine on the Spotless Mind. I wanted to watch that forever, but I was always too late. It made me feel weird after, because it was a true love story, in it's messed up way. Now, I'm reading The Time Traveler's Wife (it's amazing, you should read it) and it's also one of those non-traditional love story. I had all this fantasies about my soulmate and everything. All traditional of course. Like the couragous knight and the damsel in distress. Not. Love comes in every shape and size.

Blahblah...I really need to do my goddamn homework.

shit