Okay, so I have a job now. Will get into that in a later entry, but what I want to say now is that this all feels so...

adult.

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I think I'm about to be made research fellow for a legal research center. I can't get into specifics, but I'm not quite sure if I want to get into research. But it's a job, a paying job so...

And make no mistake about it, I'm still looking for a second job, just because I'm really a workaholic (thank you for not pointing out the obvious.)

The secret is to not let them know that you don't have a fucking clue how you're going about your life.

Welcome to your twenties, PB.

I don't know if this should be the blog's last entry or not.

I only go here for the archives. I was so talkative then.

But no. I'll keep writing here.

I want to write again.

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There's a Wings song I can't get out of my head. Actually it's just a line "my love goes with you..."

Starting with Picture of Dorian Gray.

I'm still living inside my head, so, let us not expect eloquence.

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I plan to be more eloquent in this blog, I really do.

But I have this thing against laptops in general. Besides I am watching Jane Austen Book Club while I am typing this.

And I have to start Picture Of Dorian Gray.

Is Jane Austen the perfect antidote to life?

Gah!

I need a shave.

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Lamb- Christopher Moore

JPod- Douglas Coupland

The Gum Thief- Douglas Coupland

My Name Is Will- Jess Winfield

Picture Of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wilde

I either need new books or a job.

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I have lost the capacity to write longer entries.

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