Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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Monday, January 3, 2011
an exerpt
and it took me forever to find a pen. this, sadly was a goal of mine. something to experience after a mild rehabilitation - to sit alone in a bar and write. this, of course was not as difficult as other anxiety provoking experiments i had listed out with professional guidance. because although the bar was a far stretch from the ones i would normally feel comfortable in, it at least calmed my nerves with alcohol, rather than writing alone in a coffee shop.
confident gay men frighten me here. almost like confident heterosexual women. this place flocked with both. i now consider leaving to write in that coffee shop (no.15). but i'd like to get to sleep. something accomplished recently only with the aid of alcohol. this grapefruit cocktail - no help. it's six o'clock. is this supposed to be a step in the right direction /
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