Walking My Dreams

I should be sleeping, but I have already started dreaming.

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2:04:55 AM me: it feels damn good to be able to go wherever my feet can take me
2:05:48 AM him: yeah, follow ur dreams man

Only that I’m walking with it, not reaching had it been in front of me, nor looking back as if I had left it behind.

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I got my laptop back but the issue was not resolved. Am looking to either sell it for a desktop, or to try to live with it. At any rate, I should start posting again regularly soon.

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USD$3,000 to work on a ship for a year might not be too bad an idea if not for the fact that there’s probably no internet access out in the open seas. But I did manage to go more or less internet-free when I was in Thailand last month, so that might work out after all. Hmm.

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In another attempt to be anywhere but here, I am somewhat enticed by openings at the newly opened Applestore in Sydney. With any luck I’ll meet a hot and intelligent chick of European descent (raven haired, preferably) and we’ll move in together, have 2 and a half kids and the B&W Zeppelin.

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Firefox 3’s ‘back’ button is damn ugly.

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Awhile back, I posted a photo with the caption ‘Contradiction’. I did so because the subject was pretty much nothing like how she looked in the photo. Someone in some local enthusiast (note the deliberate avoidance of the use of the word ‘photography’) forum accused me of being an ‘artist’ and defending my badly taken photo in the name of ‘art’ (It was rather pleasant, actually. I had never wanted to describe myself as one), and it happened again recently, albeit under more flattering circumstances.

It might be time to give up all hope of short-term commercial viability.

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My order is confirmed and my stock is coming in. The first act of le commerce de la photographie begins.

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I ordered The Devil’s Larder from eBay and it came in the mail a few days back. Paypal makes it waaaay too easy to shop online.

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Any woman with any modicum of charm learns to read/send signals to/from guys pretty much pretty soon after they reach puberty (though in this day and age, sometimes before). So when you,

1) Ask a guy to be your sole travel companion,
2) Proceed to sleep on the same bed with him for the first few days of the trip,
3) Cry molest when he makes his move on the last day,

I guess it’s quite safe to say that you’re probably quite ugly. And the way you shamed the guy? Shame on you.

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The night is wasted sleeping.