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2010-01-11 11:58:09 ET Sitting here at work, counting down the denary of minutes left in my work day. White pants, black shirt, black shoes. I am a walking black and white figure to scale. I want to get into the habit of letter writing. Both snail and email. It's been a habitual want of mine that, to be quite honest, I have never pursued. I wonder if there are website out there that allow you to connect to international pen pals? It'd be fun and nice to have friends in all of the odd corners of the world, including this one. Speaking of New York I just tend to find this city amazing and fun. I think this is true of most places where you tend to dream about faraway lands with all their strange history and high weirdness only to find out that somebody somewhere is out romanticizing about your own home town. In New York's case this is double true. Or so it goes in my honest and honorable opinion. I, on the other hand, am not so honorable, but nor am I a judge so that's an evenhanded trade-off. Rambling fingers typing coffee driven words narrated by the caffeine filled synapse mind. Write. I need to write more but thus I do repeat what I've said a gajillion billion times. Whatever. Man. I'm out. |
