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I was having some anxiety (yes, something new and different for me) because

I unintentionally attached this blog to my film class blog. christ. Far be it for me to be judgemental but the last thing I want in my life is 20-something 20-somethings picking their way through my brain. Then I though, wait- I havent updated in weeks/months(?), so no big deal.
THEN I thought, fuckme- I certainly dont want to be misinterpreted by my gap year that technically started when I was 19 which was, uh, nearly 3 years/lifetimes ago.

But finally I thought that I should take a moment and breathe into a paper bag.

And I eventually came to the conclusion that who gives four fucks? right? because I misinterpret myself all the goddamn day long and how dare I be so narcissistic as to think that anyone has even read my blog from class?

onnn a different but strikingly similar note - - - -

M wants to start writing about her adventures on match.com
(at 21 is our generation already so desperate? I mean, are dating websites not for those at least looking to "be serious?" When did it become kosher for bar trollers to scour the net for their next hot date. Isnt that what facebook is for? barf.)
whatever chaos ensues from that should be noteworthy... Ill be sure to paste the link whenever
-- what should it be called? monkeymating.blogspot.com? hopelessromanticsneednotapply.blogspot.com? youcanlikepinacoladasaslongasyoupay.blogspot.com?

I watched Fargo this weekend. Oh love. Why am I not a coen brother? or cousin? Margie is the perfect character. The beacon of light that you focus on in the raging storm. I need, no, I want a coen brother, but of my own. I want to be the next two-headed director. Someone that you can collaborate so closely with that it is as if you are one person operating simultaneously.

Also see documentary The Great Happiness Space. speaks so strongly of intergender relations and the vast pyschological disparities of males and females from one country to the next.