why why why

1:59 am on Thursday, August 14th, 2003

Why don’t I know how to drive yet? Life is poo.

I have very specific taste, I’ve realized, in food, people, art, etc. I am only enthused about sushi, Irish Cream, and capitalist Starbucks things. My very favorite people are extremely similar. Fortunately, they don’t know each other, because if they shook hands the universe might implode. I like the way my analytical thinking is always about me, and also really vague so no one mistakenly perceives a point.

School’s close. It’s a good thing, really, because I need that obligation to get me up in the mornings. I’ve found I need people to do things. I am profoundly okay with an empty life.

Two in the morning. Somehow got my maternal unit to get me bottled Starbucks objects, and am now grooving. See how cleverly I vary my sentence structure by simply leaving off the ‘I’ in the beginning, instead of actually innovating?

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