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Monday, August 7th, 2006 | faggy tendencies, life

I’m running on six cans of Cherry Coke right now (me and my roommate go through six fridge-packs of Coca-Cola Products a week). Georgia’s tax holiday just about almost kicked my ass. I spent my Sunday in a daze, waking up at 1 in the afternoon, and spending my day playing with photo management software, and nothing else in particular.

I say that the tax holiday almost kicked my ass, only because not once did I truly freak out. I spent the weeks prior working up to the weekend, so i had a general idea of what was going to happen. Instead of freaking out, I encountered a sense of calm and dedication that usually comes when I am stressed, and the adrenaline comes a-pumping. If anything, the weekend sapped it completely out of me.

(started the above on Sunday. Finishing on Monday night. I got distracted by pasta and pretty things.)

So we’re talking about being sapped. For the first time in a long while, I have had to stop what I was doing, look upwards, and make a quiet moment for myself. I thought about finding religion again. Maybe date a nice Christian boy and corrupt him. Slowly. Then I realized that I actually liked Jewish boys. Shalom!

None of this makes sense. I’m just exhausted, really, and the mind is playing tricks on me.

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