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2005-06-29 - 6:29 p.m. It's might the reason I feel isolated. And I am a little Humbert Humbert in my love afflictions. Not to say I want a child, but my more painful attractions are directed towards people who fill the shoe of the stilted relationship that formed me most. It's keeping me retarded, to the point that a soul patch becomes a reasonably attractive facial hair design. I had a dream on the break-room couch this afternoon. My grandma was sitting above me in a chair, and she was glowing pretty garishly. She was giving me righteous advice, and beaming simply because I was listening to her. I am guilty of not listening to my Grandmother when she talks, and I will regret this even more once she's dead. When I was walking to this library, one girl said to her friend "You would look so hot in her dress!" and pointed at me.
And I continue getting uglier and fancier.
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