tags: transience

I was happy for about 15 minutes when for some reason the dark clouds of despair overcame me, leaving me a little pissed off, and very bitter.

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2007

May

2007 May 19

back in san diego

Woot! I like flying back from the East Coast. It makes you feel like there’s so much time in the day because of the time zone difference.

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2007 May 20

still moblogging

Hmm. The timestamps are kind of screwed up. This app i’m using is posting in Greenwich mean time or something. Or I wonder if it’s the blog engine. Good thing they’re both Open Source. Of course that means I’m gonna be pissing away a few more hours of my life screwing around with code.

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2007 May 21

I have no mouth and I must scream

Suffice it to say that I am extremely pissed off right now. What a god damned fucking waste. It’s true what they say. In times of crisis, you find out quickly who actually gives a shit about you, and who is just using you for the sake of convenience. Some people really only know how to manipulate people as objects and have no interest in what you think or feel. C’est la vie. You live and learn.

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2007 May 24

mistake. really.

so what this allows is drunken blogging. Perfect.

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2007 May 24

stupidity

car blogging? Unwise. Probably dangerous.

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2007 May 24

that girl

something like home. I am so lost.

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2007 May 25

the trials and tribulations of a single week

How much changes in a single week. Anticipation has lately been more enjoyable than the real thing. My fault as usual.

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2007 May 26

my soul roils

I have this agonizing sense of dysequilibrium.

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2007 May 30

years, then decades

You turned me inside out and you showed me what life was about only you, the only one who stole my heart away

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June

2007 Jun 12

endings (a conversation continued)

June. Before the solstice and the fading of the sunlight. The beginning of summer is always the ending of another year. Another epoch. As usual, I am always facing the brink of time alone, each time finding myself further and further from civilization. (A voice cries out in the wilderness.) The exile has never ended. I’ve lost any hope of finding a distant shore. Like The Flying Dutchman denied from mooring at any port, I am forced to sail on, sail on.

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