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forsythI keep having thoughts while driving that I feel like I should write down or write about, but by the time I get home, I forget them.
Of course, that'd just make me realize how stupid I sound and never want to talk to anybody again.
And things never seem quite so brilliant and illuminating after you first think them.
And this has no bearing on my being home alone on New Years, after helping some friends move.
Which was one of the things I wanted to write about, since through a series of events, it involved me being offered actual drugs for the first time I can think of, and no, not by my friends. But it's really not that interesting, so I'll leave it more mysterious that way. And less incriminating.
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Of course, that'd just make me realize how stupid I sound and never want to talk to anybody again.
And things never seem quite so brilliant and illuminating after you first think them.
And this has no bearing on my being home alone on New Years, after helping some friends move.
Which was one of the things I wanted to write about, since through a series of events, it involved me being offered actual drugs for the first time I can think of, and no, not by my friends. But it's really not that interesting, so I'll leave it more mysterious that way. And less incriminating.
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