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Indian food, snow, Diet Dr. Pepper, spending last night at someone else's house, secrets, it makes me feel much more better than I remember in a while. Now, we shall wait for checks to clear, internships to be hammered out, volunteer opportunities looked into, applications mailed out. Small steps, curiosities, a vision coming out. We shall see.

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I don't know why I found this particular Onion story funny. Maybe because, unfortunately, most fast food workers are idiots with little work ethic.

And I know what I speak, being a former fast food worker was sometimes a ditz and has something of a work ethic.

Developmentally Disabled Burger King Worker Only Competant Worker

Poetry, oh no!

My exes are Virgos,
fastidious scapels,
infidelous soferim,
and Libras as well,
with their social butterfly effect
on my astral field,
their balancing of hopes.
They are also Moonchildren,
concealing wolf teeth,
healing heart fissures.
I wait for one like me,
in Leonine purple robes,
or maybe Pisces swimming to
save me,
Aquarius bearing love,
or maybe even,
my centaur twin.