June 13, 2008

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  we all like our egos stroked.

  
  

  the earth might be cold and dead, but by golly it’s all we got.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  hours were spent in a doctor’s office waiting room.  my sister had broken her wrist two days before.  the magazines were recent, and so was the photography collection clumsily hung in any and every corner.  all of them had been dated 2006, 2007, 2008, etc.  all of them had been signed with so and so’s name.  the various awards and plaques given by the carrollton lions club were displayed proudly in the central corner of the room, topped by an assortment of stuffed lions.  this man was proud, and had a hobby.

  
  

  my dog is afraid of large machinery.

  
  

  i never cope well with friends who slip away.  i sometimes day dream of how i can miraculously save our relationship, and all will be great again.  THIS TIME i haven’t the slightest clue where he is.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

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