Friday, 9 October 2009

Entry 2


Dear Diary,

I was talking about eating cheese with my housemates and the sort of dreams that follow. Apparently they're not only nightmares, just intense dreams. So tonight we're all going to eat a fuckload of cheese and hope for sex dreams. James will probably have better luck than Steph and I. Hopefully our efforts aren't fruitless or I might have to ad-lib.

XO


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I am more than prone to monologues; however, this is solely due to the manner in which they compliment a witty anecdote and their ability to resemble concrete evidence when it is so obviously lacking. I often wish I could emulate that aloof character who coolly stands in the corner smiling mysteriously as if she has a secret. However, I fear resisting the temptation to involve myself in other people’s conflicts and responding through body language rather than verbose banter may come across as contrived and arrogant. And, I am not willing to take that chance.

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