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| So, the short-verion update of my life is that i am feeling bouyantly happy. no reason. but a generally feeling of having turned over a new leaf. I am moving next monday, into a better apartment in a better neigbourhood. why? short story: racoons. hole in the vents. my kitchen. enough said.
also, my new grocery store, fiesta farms, has a coffee section that made me cry when i saw it. literally.
other than that, i am being hit on all by strange men. all the time. i never get hit on. wierd. my friend says its because you emit different phermomones when you are truly happy and that i must be emitting these phermones. although, despite the fact that she is a "master of science" i am not really sure that this "scientific" explanation holds any water. but its a degree in planning and not pheremonology. but i digress.
all of this newfound happiness/bouyancy has motivated me to delete my lavalife and jdate profiles. its too much work. i went on a few more dates, and they all sucked. using the internet to find dates is about the same as using the internet to find an apartment. while the pictures and description may be nice, in person its a whole different story. it's ok if all you want is a generic high-rise to stash your stuff in for a while, but if you want a quirky old apartment with a some character (sunny kitchen, cozy corners, and definitely a gas stove) then its a better idea just to take a stroll thourgh your favourite neighbourhood to see if there are any "for rent" signs out. and that's just renting. don't get me started on buying.
not that i am totally against using the internet for finding a mate. i recentely posted a "missed connection" on craigslist for a "handsome knitter" i hadn't actually seen. i just described someone that i thought sounded interesting. i actually got a reply. however, i also accidentally deleted the e-mail. but maybe i will try it again. after all, knitting is kind of gay and deleuzians are high-maitenance.
bye for now.
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| I have always been the type to stop running during a race as soon as I see the finish line. I can imagine crossing the finish line so well, that I can't be bothered to run anymore. The idea is enough, I don't really need the thing itself, I guess. It`s still more than a month before I head back to Canada, but I have already left Berlin. Why bother doing anything any more? Waiting room mentality: I just want to read fashion magazines.
"It`s been 1277 days since you came to Berlin. Why not support us by joining Berlin premium?"
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"New Aquarian?" Yeah, OK, but I secretly vote Liberal.
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| I booked a flight, it's official. 77 more days- that means I leave on July 21.
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