Do I have so much guilt because I do bad things? because I'm not very good at accepting the more... animally, self-centered, kind of basic evil but evil in a real and sometimes good way? evil in a sometimes bad bad way. maybe Catholic guilt is actually a genetic thing.
I also liked it when Kundera wrote, "Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love".
Sometimes I think I've lost my favourite bookmark from Mexico (the black one with the green mask of Pacal on it), but really....it's just hidden a few pages away.
I love love and I hate love. but that is love. and well. fuck it, I'm not so scared of being trite. It doesn't really matter if I'm trite or not.
I'm about to put on a polka dot dress and a little bit of make up and armani mania. I'm going to go smoke a romeo y julieta and drink some forty creek. I'm in the mood for that scotch Colin brought from Scotland...but it seems wrong to put it in my $2 flask.
I hope my husband likes the dress.
Lemme go walk off the guilt.
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