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k so, if i repeat, that's how it is. ;)
someone told me today, you know jenn, youve told one particular story on your blog? SEVeral times, y'know. SEVeral. i was like, hey man, thanks for reading. cool. and he was like, um yeah, but youre rePEATing yourself, yknow? and im like, yeah, i hear ya, thanks. for reading, and hey! for um letting me know.

cute. prob true but i dont think i'll revisit to check. im sure he's right. makes me a little nervous, the claustrophobic feeling that we kind of rotate a few significant or not details about our experiences and come back around over and over, sometimes without awareness of it. hmmmm. anyway.

its nearly christmas again, and another new year. what the heck? i still have this moisturizer ( i reMEMber writing about it) that i picked up in brooklyn a couple years ago. and a box of these weird white plastic toothpicks that this chick who subletted (ok subleased damn!) her place to me left behind (unopened, ok?) and said i could have. remnants from a different life but still around.

kept listening to that van morrison song and i dont care if its wrong, i love it. cant find it anywhere online except over on youtube narrating a james dean tribute. geez. its plain. as can be. he can make the most extravagantly overtly boldly simple things completely unsentimental because he never disconnects from them, COMments on them, standing away from them looking back. always connected. or he's fucking insane. perfect.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFdef2FQs2g

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