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my friend k8 just dropped by, and i was updating her on things as i hadn't seen/talked to her in a while. and i thought, this diary must be pretty good representation of my life, because i was ever-so-tempted to tell her to read it in order to catch up. ketchup. catsup?

and my girlfriend is wired on anxiety and a cup of coffee. and just talking to her on the phone has made me the same.

her wiredness is infectious.