tonight we are going out to dinner and we are going to surprise her with a wonderful surprise party and tomorrow we are going into boston to window shop and shop shop and eat and drink and i think it will be a lot of great times except of course for the slight drama going on due to inferiority complexes that really aren't so complex but all and all life is alright my room is a wreck this tea has been sitting on my desk all week i need to play the piano and i need to re-do my nail polish but i've been good lately and i haven't eaten any sugar so my head's a little clearer which allows everything to blend together instead of blurrrr.
coleridge makes me think about opium-induced poetry...
and what about writing things without meanings that we really do mean?
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