| I'm about to kill you, xanga. The plans are set in motion and nothing can save you now. |
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| I just realized that I'm completing projects at a slower rate than I'm
coming up with good ideas. This is worrisome. It means that
unless my life gets significantly less busy (unlikely), I'm going to
have to either resign myself to having an increasingly long to-do list
for the rest of my life, or get worse at coming up with ideas for
things worth spending time on.
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| Caffeine and key lime -- awesome.
I'm sorry I haven't been loving you much lately, xanga. I got a writing job that saps much of my creativity.
Saps? No. Converts much of my creativity to money.
Filthy lucre. Mmmmm.
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| doggiedemon1995 (10:06:08 AM): who are u ,u keep on poping up on my im measeges?
...? Is this dude eleven? The hell is he talking about?
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| 949 days since I made this xanga and 586 since I made Splitworld.
Maybe 175 on my super-secret hidden xanga. I understand my urge
to write where people can see me. It's the largest motivator in
the blog revolution. What I don't understand is why I write on a
secret xanga rather than a journal or word document. I guess I
hope someone finds it. I always have liked to toy with failure.
Regardless, I think I'll back up my old xanga posts into a text file
like I did with my old pseudograffiti and PDA meanderings. It
seems prudent.
Now it's time for coffee. I don't know why I'm staying up all
night. I'm not doing anything productive. Today I think
I'll see how well I can regulate my intake. This pot is strong
and I have a habit of spiking between tweak and burn.
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