I still feel emo, because glumness is hard to shake when it’s legitimate. But, I’m learning to wear my emo-ness like a comfortable sweater. Loose, with long arms.
I learned today from the Korean Readers’ Digest that “xenophobia” also means a fear of bees. I bet that includes a fear of wasps, or cockroaches. If so, I’m xenophobic.
Yep.Hate him! ^_^
It makes me wonder, really, which side the word is insulting more. I guess it’s a moot point; it’s already been decided.
Anyway: It’s too cold. And I want a terrace. And I want a garden where I can put up lights and smoke a shisha into the night. I want to climb the mountain nearby and see the temple, but it’s too late. I want, I want, I want.
I hear my violin calling…!
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