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a potpourri of sense and feminine lunacy

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2a.m on a Saturday morning and i'm thinking about a few things.

God's unbelievably amazing grace, what i'm going to have for dinner with Stef tomorrow (am thinking The Manhattan Fish Market), a new eyelash curler, the smell of rain and my reoccuring fear of commitment. I am a Natalie Merchant song - hopeful, fragile and living in stubborn solitiude.

Sometimes i wish the clarity of my thoughts could be bottled, as an elixir for those times when i need a little lift.

M # Saturday, May 30, 2009.