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Friday, July 25, 2003

I've successfully entered the working world without having to take that job at Fry's. Life is good.

Lately, I haven't really wanted to do much of anything. Hanging out with people is all good and fun, but I don't think I have enough time to forget all the obligations and just let it all go.

Not to sound like some new-age-metaphysical-yoga-instructor-hippie-spirit woman or anything.

I like keeping to myself and eating soup and reading. I like being reclusive sometimes. I like lying on my bed, listening to Coldplay and staring at the ceiling. I like being alone. "Elle, elle est tres bizarre."

Lately, I've been retreating into my imagination. My mom said when I was younger, I could amuse myself with anything put in front of me. At a restaurant, I'd pretend that the fork was the prince and the spoon was Cinderella (wearing a dress made of napkin) and they'd dance at the grand ball. I'm still like that.

This post is going nowhere. Time for work. Woo.

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