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I went on a motorcycle ride today! It was so much fun! I wore a helmet.

There's a problem with the hot water in the dorm so it doesn't really go to the middle. Just scalding or freezing. It stings my cuts.

Remind me not to eat more than one meal a day.

Funny convo with a beautiful friend:
Her: I don't know whether to feel flattered or afraid.
Me: Flattered. I'm not too scary. I leave that to the other members of the circus.
Her: French-circus WUT?!
Me: Don't be silly; it's in grease. Or turkey. It really depends upon the tempestuous mood of our chef.
Her: Damn, now I'm Hungary.
Me: That's not my San Andreas Fault.

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Victor was bored. Generally speaking, bored artists weren't the nicest people to be around. They had little jumps and shocks in their brains. Disconnected ideas. Swirls of color and texture and taste. Snatches of...

She kicked a chair. Not hard. She looked at the chair approvingly and set it upside down before perching on it.

And she stood up again and went back to pacing.

She sighed and sprawled out on the floor of the Nexus, resigned and searching the ceiling.