06.Feb.2002

February

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and they're making eyes at suburban boys

I simply have nothing to say, and evidently, a whole lot of it.

Ben started his new job today; would have called him last night to wish him well among other blatantly innuendo-like things, but his cell phone isn't working.

Come on, Ben. Make millions and turn the cell phone back on.

There is something sacred about watching the snow fall with Goldfrapp's "Utopia" and Miranda Sex Garden's "Freezing" intermingling in the background. My thoughts stop; I think of nothing.

I am so tired.

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time & machine