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met up with the boyfiend at 2pm in front of the fountain entrance to central park south. we walked a little ways, sat on the rocks, and had a good talk about trying to talk more and do more and give it another go. i doubt it's the last we've heard on this, but it feels good now. we walked to tower records and went to the classical section and listened to cds, then walked to lincoln center and browsed the juilliard bookstore and got the hindemith piano sonata that i taught myself the summer that i stayed on campus back in ohio—i really miss music being part of my life sometimes (anyone know a good piano teacher in manhattan? is it a dream to think that there might be one in the east village with a baby grand?).
when i clicked "similar pages" from dantewoo.com in google, i got:
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yes, it's suposed to look like shit.
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look what i've become. 2000 - 2002 sturtle.com (as if
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cool.
what else do i wanna say tonight? that i'm listening to billie holiday and wondering if i'll use the yoga mat that i just bought, either at sunrise at the community garden around the corner or at 6pm at the office? that i'm wondering what to do with the peppermint extract i got last weekend? that someone in the apartment across the backyard garden has green wallpaper with orange flowers on it? that i finished the first two stories in the maile meloy book that a dear reader got me for my birthday? that the times is sitting unread on my coffeetable, as usual? that i think my hairline is receding? that there's a book inside that maybe i should start getting on paper?
who knows. g'nite.