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sometimes when I'm meandering by myself in a town, I'll just mutter it. "je ne comprens pas". god knows I don't know how to officially conjugate/spell comprehend, but ouch.
I swang today - on a squeaky ass swing in a minor park in macon. I never take swings away from children, but I'd walked by this park thrice and the only people ever near it even were the dog walkers. Macon is in fact a rather odd town. Maybe Wilmington didn't have many walkers in it either now that I think of it.
I went to my usual Sunday place. I think it's my fourth time maybe? I love having "a place". in Oakland, it was the dinner house. here, it's just tapped. I got called "miss kristen" as I left like an ancient kindergarten teacher. I want to meet a or some fabulously wealthy bored people so I can be entertained with generous fuel. Lord knows the only way I would make money would be to entertain.
the only thing I think I have going for me is that maybe I'm interesting and odd. whatever smart is, I might have that.
I sure don't have a palette for wine. I'm drinking a bottle - the very very first one I've bought for myself instead of for company - and it's terrible. it sounded so cool - wine made from lemons, but it's not.
it's too sweet.
now you know.
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