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Life's a Ball (of the swedish persuasion)

Shhh. Don't tell anyone this, but I have a secret. It's only meant for your eyes and ears, so you must promise to keep my secret. Do you promise?

I'm getting really, really tired of this temp thing. Working as a temp. I haven't had a "real" job for about a year and, well, it's getting old.

I know, I know. Hard to believe someone could actually tire of insecurity, lack of respect, and total unfamiliarity with what they're doing. But I have to experience these things to their fullest before I move on. It's one of those quirky things about me that make me so endearing.

I don't really know what this means, as I still haven't found my destiny - my calling. Almost thirty years I've been looking for a calling. It still eludes me. But soon, I may be setting roots once again.

But for tonight, I content myself with homemade swedish meatballs and a movie with my son.

So I bid you farewell for the evening with these last words: Think good thoughts, for me and for yourself.

6:16 pm - 09.17.02
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