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august 26, 2000. "We're all stars now..."
Sometimes I suspect that I have abominably low taste in music. Understatement?
K K K
The great east coast move of 2000 continues apace. I'm doing better than the Boy, who is now continually in a state of panic. I had to remind him of my smatterings of Eastern knowledge: the root of all suffering is desire. And these things are merely samsara - that which is the world and the opposite of nirvana. Yeah, I'm pretty glib for a girl who hasn't packed any CD's.
It'll all work out, though. That's the great truth of time - it comes whether you're ready or not, and things get done. Maybe they're not done to your satisfaction, but I've moved house too many times in the last five years to believe that any lack of worldly goods is irreparable.
Of course, I've been channeling all my energy towards calm. I haven't taken the time to shower since my honeymoon: Thursday morning, to be exact. If I'm to be at the Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight, all that will have to change in the next half hour - or this Powerpuff Girls t-shirt will be able to attend without me.
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