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2 years just go by, they didn't even ask permission.

fuckers.

someday soon i'll write about my first love. At the very least for everyone who's read the rants and meanderings that came about because of it ending, I'll write the beginning. Those first three days in Dec of 2000. It feels like time to do it.

today i read a tag. a few words adhered to an image and i realized in about 3 maybe 2 seconds that logic and emotion are comparatively speaking not even related. they wouldn't even pass for distant cousin thrice removed. It seems an utterly pedestrian realization, but in those 3 maybe 1 second i "felt" it. It was visceral and i was surprised by just how visceral something that made no sense to me could be. Imagine if you will waking up one day and for 2 seconds "feeling" sad about pancakes. Your brain might think...wait it's pancakes i love pancakes why do i feel sad about pancakes that makes no sense, but somewhere in there for some illogical but none the less true reason, you "felt" sad about pancakes.

it's funny in a peculiar sort of way

i'm finished, this barely makes sense as it is.