I feel like I’m on the edge of something. I just hope it’s something good.
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fuckyou
Okay, now that wasn’t somebody’s kid typing on the computer. I’m sure of it.
I love that impending explody feeling you get when you’re about to . . . about to something. The trick in my case is to learn how to sense when the right moment is, lest you let the expanding bubble putrefy and collapse. I call those “distraction relationships”, and I haven’t done one in several years.
Anyhow, happy exploding!
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It’s so strange to note that the queasy feeling in one’s gut is actually a good thing. Even stranger is the rare mix of dread with glee. Ride the wave as long as you can, Adam.
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I go now.
I hope it’s not the bleeding edge. That phrase has always kind of freaked me out.
Well, it wasn’t my kid, at least.