things i did today that are out of my character:
1. employed the tactic of flirting while playing the damsel in distress.
(worked wonders--i should've tried that ages ago)
2. cursed like a sailor.
(which worked wonders internally--i also should've tried that ages ago)
and i still want a cigarette--correspondingly, out of my character.
appears as though going up for block really morphs a person...
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4 comments:
1. jealous...very.
2. proud of you, you sophisticated lady with a secret potty mouth.
i'm sending positive cosmic vibrations, in response to your going up for block. stay well, honeybird.
xo.
You and these others keep me awake. Ihateit.
think the smoking thing just goes with writing. it might be necessary for grounding. pen, paper, cigarette, tea, and, for me, extremely heavy shoes. and then maybe you don't float away.
that said, absolutely do not start smoking. it makes your lungs feel glumpy and grotesque.
minus the glumpy lungs, you make it sound so dreamy. but don't worry, i'll resist.
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