to continue these rather short whimsical dreary notes about myself. I'm already dreading my birthday. I've always hated my birthday and for some reason never really spent it the way I wanted to. Because my expectations are particular. They are never reached. And its midsummer. No one remembers.
Maybe I'll fly somewhere for a concert/show. That will be well worth it.
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new idea.
Oh my!
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