I think a lot. I think too much.
Right now I’m thinking that the clock is stuck at 2:51 and will never move again. I think I need chocolate because that’s what I think everyday around 3pm. I think I want another tattoo but can’t decide on what or where. I think one day I’ll go to the airport and tell the ticket agent to surprise me.
I read “A Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath today and liked it. I want to read more. Go to more art museums and poetry readings. Maybe take another dance class. I should have been a starving artist. Or a hobo.
I just told someone that leading questions are the most interesting ones. I’m pretty sure I’m right about that.
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