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SOUNDTRACK: TAISEZ-VOUS.

I got sick again and left early. I just can’t stay there anymore  without feeling like a fish trapped in a bowl floating unaware no certain place no sense of time or spatialness.

Edgar took me home and went back late. Regardless of any short comings he may have (so rude to madame!!) he is a good friend and person. Most of the time we judge our friends too harshly but take a moment to look at all the nice shit they do for you like driving you around and getting you birthday presents when almost everyone else forgets.

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My cousin has told me where I am staying when I get to France and my heart is beating so hard and I’m so happy and scared and sad and excited and bubbling and over and winded et autre choses. It’s a fancy house that a nice couple is letting me stay in and it’s in a chic neighborhood and safe.  Germaine is coming with me and I feel less horrified with that fact draped over my shoulders. I Wish Brandon could come.

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“You’re in a bed on a beach in a universe without periods reading J.D.’s book that he wrote just for you with Jens playing in the background and a gentle breeze.”

If I could make anything  feel personal anymore I’d be flowing. I’ve been left stagnant and a broken lamp. If not too busted, which I’m sure this lamp isn’t, it can all be fixed.

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Btw, this the most awkward foreign language video I’ve ever seen:

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SOUNDTRACK: HAPPINESS WILL BE MY REVENGE

Today, at work, a small boy was lost. Another very short Samaritan offered to help him.

“Whats your daddy look like?”

“He’s a Mexican and has yellow cheeks.”

“Oh…(inaudible child jabber)”

At work I tend to glaze over while thinking. I wonder and wander and my face starts to hurt from squinting. I was inside a small camera taking mediocre photos like always and the whole time I wondered why I’m not a good conversation holder. About how I’m like Bobby J.’s little sister. About being able to see in black and white.

What I should do for Jen’s present. What I should do for I’m Always Embarrassed. If it’s even going to work. About those shoes I’ve been meaning to buy hoping they’ll make my life better. About why I continue to lie to everyone. If my trip will even work out. About how I felt hopeless and mediocre and not in the accomplished average Americana youth way. I’ve never gone through with any plans I’ve ever made.

All these small things turn into one gigantic block that I am too short to step over.

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