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I realize at 28 I'm not as smart or together as I thought I was. This is a sobering realization. I think.

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The Jackass Chronicles

Fuck you, J. Redfield.

Why is John Heard playing a fat, drunken, semi-retarded character on CSI:Miami? I always liked him. How disappointing.

I wonder if I'm really lonely and therefore these guys seem so great to me, or I really just met amazing guys after another and they are both geographically wrong right now. I don't think it's a coincidence that they're both far away, maybe unconsciously I am falling for unavailable guys right now because it's safe? I like to think I'm better and more self aware than that but who knows. What right do I have to behave so guardedly right now? Paul didn't do anything awful to me. We didn't have a bad break-up or an abusive relationship or anything. He didn't cheat on me. I've never fallen for unattainable guys like this before so either it's a big cosmic joke on the scale of The Celstine Fucking Prophecy, or I'm doing it on purpose.

Either way, I'm no better off.

Mojitos are delicious, delicious drinks. But they are murder on the ol' esophagus, what with the acid reflux and THE HOYVENMAVEN!

Ah, Venice Beach. I barely knew thee.