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Thursday, December 25, 2003

Wow. There's nothing like spending 4 crooked hours jumping from blog to blog, soaking in others' vicarious partying. I know not a soul in these pictures over which I drool, in these booze-addled write-ups over which I obsess, but somehow, fun bores its way therefrom to my brain like a weevil. Usually, when I'm alone at night, weaving on my loom and listening to my metabolism slow down, contemplations about how comparatively boring my life is are not entertained for long, assuaged by conflated memories and pride. I think it's a survival instinct, those cascading delusions of coolness, some sort of self-perceptual fight or flight reaction. "I am above average, or at worst normal."

But I'll be damned if watching all these sexy youngsters out there on the town, incarnating debauchery doesn't give me pangs of envy.

New Year's resolutions 1-3:

1. dismount high horse
2. pepper speech with colloquialisms
3. overcompensate with party photos

Posted by morland @ 08:42 PM

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