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Thursday, February 10, 2005

walk a mile in my shoes

or rather drive a mile of my commute, and you'll feel despair like no other. all the rats trying to outrush each other home.

in the first couple years, i used to curse them all, but now i've mellowed. i just sit there, numb to it all. talk on the phone, pick my nose, pop a pimple, flash some cute chick.

what's the fucking rush, right?



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