Leigh

...that's all she wrote

2005-02-10T05:00:07Z

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

--The Doors

frzznhotchoc @ 2005-02-06T19:33:00

2005-02-07T00:36:13Z

...and again (see Nov. 27 post, item 2).

[edit]
i'm not a stalker, i swear.

ok, maybe i am.

also, i don't think curiosity quite killed the cat, but it certainly made the cat want to crawl in a hole and die.

god dammit.
[/edit]

bah.

2005-02-06T17:01:55Z

can someone really be considered your friend if attempts to be nice to them leave you feeling like a complete jackass?

frzznhotchoc @ 2005-02-05T11:52:00

2005-02-05T16:55:03Z

new colors and picture! still needs some work, but yay!

i am trying to break your heart.

2005-02-04T01:17:00Z

and so, it is Thursday. That means that tomorrow is Friday, and that in less than 24 hours my 3 day weekend will have begun.

I spent the entire morning in Kiva Han studying ochem. I'm not sure that anything sunk in, but at least a got a mocha freezer out of the deal. I was productive in lab today, which really means that I'm still about a day behind, since I didn't go on Tuesday due to abnormally high levels of academic freaked out-ness. Being behind a day in lab isn't that big a deal, it just makes me feel like a dunce. I'd also like to skip lab on carnival thursday, so I will have to catch up sometime between now and....April.

Oh dear lord, WHEN WILL IT BE CARNIVAL!?

As far as more instant-gratification fun is concerned, this weekend shall include:
-a visit to the carnegie library
-southside
-dinner with wendy+parents
-creperie?
-going for a walk. taking pictures. i NEED to go for a walk.
-preparing for valentine's day (no, really!)
-obligatory visit to sigma nu
-sleep [!]

it smells like garbage in here.
i have to go find out who my big is now :)
then i have to do logic homwork that will probably not be about cats in teapots, sadly enough.
i also have to learn organic chemistry.
that is all.

spring semester...

2005-01-29T17:14:04Z

...has been going well so far.

Classes include: ochem II, ochem lab, cell bio, exploring connections: the mind, community, and environment, logic, and utopias. All fall squarely within the tolerable-through-awesome range, which is definitely a first here at CMU. Equally important is that this semester has been drama free thus far...also a first. It has been rather debilitating to have to deal with stupid nonsense (roommate troubles, breakups, friendships gone to shit, etc.) on a pretty consistent basis. I think my policy from now on will be to keep myself so busy that I am simply not around to notice/deal with any generally bullshitty occurances that are directed my way.

On a related note, two exciting things:
1) I am now crew publicity chair! I don't say it enough, but I love the crew team.
2) I'm a Tridelt! (or will be once I initiate)

And some random things:
1) I want to go for a walk to take pictures. I've been wanting to do this all week. I have a strange fascination with footprints in the snow, and I'd really like to photograph portions of the cut that people have walked across.
2) I think my favorite thing about cluster printing is getting those coversheets to use as scrap paper and to doodle on.
3) Who the hell has a favorite thing about cluster printing!? Seriously, what is the matter with me.
4) I have officially downloaded an "alternative" web browser, aka my level of dorkdom has just increased tenfold.

More later.

frzznhotchoc @ 2005-01-03T17:17:00

2005-01-03T22:22:06Z

today sucked.

everyone is a disappointment and can go to hell.

on the other hand, i purchased new shoes today, as well as several books.

that is all.

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-12-30T23:20:00

2004-12-31T04:48:49Z

1. I find our President's attitutide surrounding our $35 million tsunami relief pledge particularly disgraceful. It should go without saying that a nation as prosperous as ours would contribute to, if not help to coordinate, the aid effort. If there is ever a time to flaunt our international humanitarian efforts (hah), this isn't it.

2. I guess I spoke too soon. Stupid Randy Johnson. Stupid Yankees. I really wish they'd get some good young players and quit bringing in superstars who never end up panning out the way Cashman and Steinbrenner hoped they would (Jason Giambi, Kevin Brown, etc).

3. Against my better judgment I have taken Unisom, as I've been unable to sleep for the past 4 nights. I hope this works, and that it's nonhabitforming.

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-12-27T21:59:00

2004-12-28T03:08:16Z

i am completely and totally unmotivated to update this thing, mostly because the things i want to say should probably be discussed with a few of you individually rather than ranted about to everyone.

if you want to know what's been going on in my life, you should call and ask.
and if you don't, i don't know why you're reading this to begin with.

also, is anyone doing anything good for new years? i refuse to sit around watching the sex and the city marathon, crying as i do every year when they show the episode where carrie won't marry aiden.

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-12-22T20:37:00

2004-12-23T01:37:10Z

I am Progressive Girl
Click on the picture below to read more:

Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com

haha

2004-12-20T06:35:17Z

Your Porn Star Name is: Albino Kitty

Get your own Porn Star Name

this all seems perfectly normal for Xander...

2004-12-09T17:18:05Z

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-12-03T19:50:00

2004-12-04T03:21:50Z

So much for post-Thanksgiving excitement.

In the past 5 days, I have:
1. developed an ear/sinus infection
2. bombed two exams

And now it's friday night, I'm sick in bed, and everyone is off being busy. There was much fun on the agenda for tomorrow, but I think some of it will have to be canceled due to sickness [shopping, bowling, other things, etc.] It figures that the one weekend when there's no crew and no buggy, I am sick.

I can't tell you how much it annoys me that I'm on the PILL form of amoxicillin (the bubble gum medicine). What a waste of a good infection.

Anyway.
Thursday's biology colloquium made me feel much better about being a bio major. Dr. Burkert had an alum talk to us about his experiences...he was a 2002 comp bio grad, and now he works at Intel. His presentation was basically an analysis of all the qualities biologists share, and how these qualities make us well suited for all sorts of jobs...not just being lab monkeys on a 50 year hunt for protein X. He talked about our devotion to logic and process. And about our ability to accept the fact that we can never control all of the variables. And that we're skeptics at heart [sidenote: I must dig up my "skepticism is a virtue" postcard and place it in a prominent location]. And at the end of his talk, I felt like a biologist.

And today, I got my biochem exam results, and I feel like a biologist no more.

Maybe I'm wrong about who I think I am and what my goals are. Maybe I'm not the logical, skeptical, process-driven person I thought I was. I really don't know what to do with myself academically anymore - I feel that I'm not doing well enough in biology to justify this as something I'm good at, but there isn't anything else I'd rather be doing. There are things I am curious about (some examples: art, math, public policy, philosophy), but I don't see any of them as possibilities for a new academic path. At least not a primary academic path, anyway. And ochem (orgo for my brooklynites) has proven that just because I really like something doesn't mean I'll be good at it.

I used to be a passionate person. And in the past two years, I feel as if passion has been systematically sucked out of me, and that it's all been translated into crazy, raging emotion about things that in the end, do not matter. As far as academic success goes, I think a lot of my problems result from a lack of mental discipline. All of my failures seem to stem from a lack of mental discipline. And I only seem to have mental discipline and the will to excel when I'm passionate and when I'm inspired. [I think that's why I like museums so much. And trees. Instant inspiration.]

I'm planning on applying for several summer internships, but if I don't get any of them, I think what I'd like to do is spend the summer here, doing research. I think I'm finally ready to go back into the lab. With any luck, one of the professors whose projects interest me will be willing to let me get involved with their work. Whatever I end up doing, this summer will be critical in that I need to reinstill in myself a sense of why I'm doing what I'm doing, and that it's the right thing.

Also, I think a talk with Dr. Burkert (my advisor) is in order. [After class on Thursday, she asked me how the move to Morewood went, and joked that she didn't get the call she was expecting to help move boxes. Dr. Burkert is my CMU mommy and I <3 her.]

On to sillier matters. Grocery shopping today was wonderful. Highlights from items purchased: edam cheese, sour pickles, haagen daz chocolate and peanut butter ice cream, blueberry waffles, risotto, and a chicken breast stuffed with pesto sauce. And let me just take this opportunity to mention that I love Murray Avenue Kosher. Everything about it is so familiar to me...every off-brand product, every hunched over old lady, and every side dish with a funny name (kasha varnishkis!). They're all Brooklyn. They're all home. The few times I've dragged friends into the store with me on the way to Giant Eagle, they've seemed very uncomfortable, and couldn't understand for the life of them why I was getting so excited about a brand of cheese (Miller's) or a box of crackers (Tam Tams). And while their lack of shared excitement can at times be disappointing, I think on some level I enjoy that that's something no one here can understand about me.

Sillier matters, sillier matters!
1. I saw a commercial for a new toy - a mechanized Care Bear doll doing calisthenics and singing, in the hopes that children will follow along. I suppose it's a creative way to address America's child obesity problem. But one of the bears (there are 3 varieties [colors? personalities? what's the right terminology to distinguish Care Bears?]) sings "Let's Get Physical," which I think is really crossing the line. I usually get upset about being old around this time of year, because all of the new toys look so cool (remember play doh's "doh doh island!?"), but this is one that I will pass on.
2. The next time I am included in a "y'all," I will kill the offender. No excuses. My leniency on this issue ends now.
3. Pinkie (my sister's hermit crab) died, most likely of boredom stemming from his inability to climb his plastic palm trees, as my sister saw Pinkie's climbing as clear determination to escape from his cage and terrorize her. Or maybe the chemicals in the paint on his shell finally seeped into his vital organs in toxic concentrations. The ridiculous possibilities are endless.
4. I may like chicken soup after all. If indeed I do, this will be even more monumental than my discovery about liking chick peas. I'll keep you posted.

And some other things...
1. It upsets me when people don't have the same recollection of moments and events that I do. The moments I tend to remember most distinctly are ones that have a great deal of emotion tied to them, and when other participants in that moment don't remember things as clearly as I do, I begin to question the validity of the strong emotions that created such a distinct memory in the first place...if the moment was such an emotionally charged one, wouldn't the other person/people involved remember it, too? Maybe I should simply avoid asking about such things to avoid finding out what people remember and what they don't, especially since it's not something I can logically hold them accountable for.
2. I am sick of involving myself in petty competitions with misguided people about silly things. I seem to do more than my fair share of this. From now on, I am going to take the high road, which involves letting them "win" and celebrate their triumph, while I move on to bigger and better things. Pettiness has always been something that annoyed me, and lately, I haven't been taking pettiness with a grain of salt and a sarcastic smirk as I have in the past. I will acknowledge it as a spectator rather than a participant. Case closed.

Wow, I've wasted a lot of time writing this. Excellent. Goodnight, all.

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-11-30T22:53:00

2004-12-01T03:54:18Z

6. I did it again (see #2).

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-11-27T22:12:00

2004-11-28T03:13:37Z

4. I made an ass of myself for Kim's mom.
5. My pants do not fit properly. I have only been home for 3 days. Oh, goodness.

reasons i am pathetic

2004-11-27T21:16:08Z

1. After years of having my favorite sweatpants (red ones with light blue paint on the butt and elsewhere) fall down, I have replaced their dead elastic with kitchen string...the kind you'd tie up a roast beef with.
2. I poked a boy I do not know via facebook.
3. I cannot stop eating.

I'm a slacker.

2004-11-25T03:43:36Z

home for Thanksgiving, hurrah!

For the second year in a row now, Thanksgiving is much-welcomed opportunity to gain some closure and some rest from the tumult of first semester. Last year, I had just broken up with Matt. This year, I've lost a friend. Post-Thanksgiving last year were some of the best few weeks at CMU I've ever had. We'll see what's in store for me this year.

I guess the most significant event of the semester thus far has been the loss of the aformentioned friend. For the first time in my life, I said "I'm done with you" and actually meant it. And since making that decision, I have been a much happier person. Only with this person removed from my life am I able to see just how far-reaching were the effects of stress they caused. While I don't regret befriending this person in the first place, it is rather alarming to see how easily I can be manipulated. However, I'm not angry about being used. It is this person's complete lack of remorse, and her inability to take responsibility for her actions that disappoints and disgusts me. I suppose the challenge now will be not to shut myself off and revert back to my overly skeptical self. I need to continue to seek out people that I can trust, and [slowly] open up to them.

As a result of this situation, I have moved to Morewood Gardens...so far, it has been fantastic.
[I <3 Kim and Maura!]

So I'm home now. My mom framed one of my dad's photos from the lunar eclipse and left it on my bed. This morning, I went to school with my sister to visit Mrs. Friedman and the rest of the college office. And later, I convinced my dad that we needed good beer to drink with thanksgiving dinner, so he took me to the beverage distributor. Kickass. I have to study like mad during this break. Study like mad and avoid becoming a maniac and freaking out as I usually do. I need to finish the semester with strength and above all, sanity.

Next semester should be interesting. The courseload includes ochem 2, ochem lab, cell bio, pchem, and two philosophy classes. I'm thinking about taking intro french at some point...maybe next fall. Also, I'd like to get back to piano, perhaps with lessons. I think I'm going to start locking myself in the soundproof booths in Morewood...I want to master that piece I love from Amelie.

I think I've started to pay attention to boys again.
I miss Ian. I think I will always love and miss Ian.
"I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden with you."
But it's time to move on.

On a related note, a late-night talk with Kim has left me feeling guilty for certain comments and actions. I guess it's a little early for new years resolutions, but from now on, I'm going to try and avoid saying or doing things that allow me to vent, but force others to dig in and wrestle down their emotions over and over again. It's not fair for me to make myself feel better by attempting to punch through the wall that they've built up. Besides...it doesn't work. And it pushes people I care about further and further away from me, and that's the last thing I want.

And on a totally unrelated note, what do we think of the new season of west wing? I'm not sure if I like it.

I think I will study bio now. Or sleep. Probably sleep.

Happy thanksgiving everybody!

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-11-15T19:32:00

2004-11-16T00:34:38Z

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone

still undecided?

2004-11-02T14:12:36Z

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-10-24T19:09:00

2004-10-24T23:24:23Z

The weekend is winding down. Tomorrow I will be back at CMU.

Things accomplished this weekend:
1. Sorted a lot of things out. I seem to have trouble doing this at school. At least I know what I have to do (those of you who have friends' access to this thing probably have a pretty good idea what that is), though actually doing it will be a rather unpleasant challenge.
2. Spent time with my parents. We went to the Brooklyn Museum today to see a John Singer Sargent exhibit. Yay.
3. Ate good food.
4. Went shopping. Items purchased: new pea coat, sneakers, other shoes, gloves, a scarf, a pin, cat ears for halloween, grass [not grass as in pot, grass as in actual grass. Blades of grass]. I'm going to try to bring some of my plants back to school with me, including this newest addition.

How am I going to be a cat lady and a plant lady when I grow up? Won't the cats try to eat the plants? This worries me...

My hair is red now, and by red I mean purple. But it's getting lighter. And at least it's evenly purple (thank you Wendy!)

In other news, my parents and I were watching a tape of the season premier of West Wing on friday night, and I noticed that in the episode, Joshua Malina (Will) was wearing a Carnegie Mellon t-shirt. Totally.

I should go read biochem. And I think there is chicken in my future. Hurrah.

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-10-23T18:55:00

2004-10-23T23:39:18Z

First of all...
I don't know why, but it seems that people have a lot of trouble being truthful with me. I don't know what it is that people feel they need to keep from me, or why they don't think I can handle knowing the truth. Whatever the "truth" may be, knowing would be a lot more tolerable than learning that you have deceptive friends.
I also know that there are some things that are just none of my business. But I think it's important to note that I'm not after full disclosure here. What I do expect is an honest answer if I ask a question.
I know that I'm overly paranoid and that I already have a lot of trouble trusting people. Some of this is built into my personality. But short-term deception doesn't "protect" me from knowing anything. It just creates a long-term sentiment of dishonesty, and makes me even more paranoid.
If you've bothered to take the time to gain my trust as a friend, don't fuck it up. Because you won't get it back. I can't have friends that I don't trust. I won't have friends that I don't trust.

That being said, I know that I often hold people to standards that are unreasonable, and that I'm far too willing to simply cut out of my life those people who have disappointed or upset me. And I know it's not worth it. But it's the only recourse I have, so I take it, even though it makes me lonely. I have become very good at cutting off my nose to spite my face.

Anyway, I'm home in Brooklyn, and for the most part it's been nice to be back. My parents and sister have really made an effort to prepare my favorite foods and to plan activities that I like, especially since they know that I've been having a tough time at school and that it's important for me to have a restful break.
On the other hand, being home has made me realize that this is not a solution. I can't just run away from CMU every time I start feeling this way. I need either fix it, or learn to live with it.

I need food. And cheese. Mostly cheese.

if home is where the heart is, then my heart is shattered and scattered.

2004-10-12T00:24:38Z

I'm back...please excuse the absence. I've been trying to sort things out.

I've been lonely lately. Even with friends and teammates around, I still often feel completely isolated.

I think one factor in this is that there's virtually no place on this campus, or in Pittsburgh in general, that I feel at home. My dorm room isn't home, it's a place where I keep my things and where by bed is, and it's a place where there's often tension. I have no space that's completely mine, and no place where I feel completely comfortable. Oddly enough, the two places that come closest are 1. Sig Nu, and 2. being out on the river. And while beer and rowing provide warmth of body, they don't provide warmth of mind. Or a sense of security.

But it's more than that. The cast has changed. People who were once a comfort to me no longer are - some have changed and we've parted ways, and others provide an escape rather than a solution. And many of those people I do feel "at home" with are either busy or far away. Often both.

I've been calling my parents a lot lately. Certainly more than last year. I probably talk to them every other day. I miss my sister. I miss my house.

I feel like an empty room. The overstuffed chair and bookshelves lined with books are gone. The carpet's been rolled up and moved out. The pictures have been taken down from the walls - the places where they hung marked by the discoloring of the painted walls from too much sun, and by rectangles of dust. The favorite books and comfy chair have found new homes, in new rooms with new surroundings.
The room looks bigger now, colder and empty, a shell of its former self.

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-09-22T13:48:00

2004-09-22T17:47:51Z

Philosophy was cancelled today, which means several things:
-efforts to further uncover the inner workings of pencil box boy must be postponed
-all that reading i did yesterday really didn't have to be done after all
-i have yet another hour to kill

I should be studying biochemistry, but alas, I am lazy and foolish. And sneezy.

I had falafel today. It was good.

That is all.

cheese glorious cheese

2004-09-22T11:03:32Z

This was in the New York Times Dining and Wine section today. Needless to say, I find it very exciting.

Mozzarella's Moment (Move Over, Tomatoes)
By JASON HOROWITZ

ROME -- THE restaurant's name is written on glass doors in red brush strokes that evoke Japanese characters. When chefs plunge their hands into water tanks to grab dinner for fashionable people around the bar, you almost expect something live to wriggle on the cutting

But this is Rome, so the fare is not colorful fish, but that blandest and baldest of white cheeses, that most simple and soggy Italian staple: the mozzarella ball.

Òbikà is Rome's, and probably history's, first mozzarella bar. Since it opened about five months ago, at Via dei Prefetti 26a, near the Pantheon, it has been doing a brisk business.

"People are tired of pasta and pizza," said Andrea Corsetti, one of the owners. "Mozzarella has always been considered a poor food. But we said it should be valued. It represents Italy."

Armando Gambera, an associate professor at the University of Gastronomic Sciences in Pollenzo who specializes in cheese, agreed. He noted historical documentation of mozzarella's existence as far back as 1200, though it became widespread in southern Italy only in the 1700's. Neapolitan pizza then introduced it to northern Italy and the world a century later, yet people started eating the cheese on its own only after the Second World War.

But that mozzarella, such an unassuming, plain cheese, has to dress up in lavish garnishes and carry an entire restaurant on its soft, round shoulders, shows the astronomic pretensions that gastronomic culture has taken on, Professor Gambera said.

"Now it's become a status symbol," he said. "Cheese is fashionable, and mozzarella is the cheese of the moment. It's prêt-à-porter."

Mr. Corsetti knows a thing or two about accessories, as his prior job was with Bulgari, the jewelry dealer. But on a recent evening, over a plate of, well, mozzarella, he said that the bar was not about flashy gimmicks, but simplicity.

"I was in Japan and became fascinated by the sushi bar, by the respect they had for the raw materials," said Mr. Corsetti, 32. "We wanted to substitute sushi for mozzarella. We wanted everything simple, we had nothing to hide."

Òbikà (a Neapolitan, not Japanese, word after all, meaning "here it is") is the very picture of transparency.

The walls here are white; Mr. Corsetti, head shaven and strong jawed, walks around in white linen pants while his mozzarella chefs wear white plastic gloves.

Five varieties of mozzarella are shipped to Òbikà daily from Italy's southern regions, including buffalo mozzarellas from Salerno, Caserta and Fondi.

Those cheeses, made from water buffalo milk, are stored at about 59 degrees in the center of the square bar, soaking in four glass bins filled with a cloudy brine.

Òbikà's most popular dish is the buffalo mozzarella sampler, which consists of three softball-size portions. But there is also the burrata, a creamy, even buttery mozzarella served with cherry tomatoes and spicy Calabrian salami on the side. Also popular is a fiordilatte mozzarella, made from cows' milk, sliced and served on a platter next to sushi-style mixing bowls full of onion or fig marmalade. A sort of buffalo mozzarella wrap around salmon and arugala also has its fair share of fans.

Meats and vegetables, on the other hand, have been relegated to sideshows, while the only course that is bereft of the mozzarella ball is dessert.

"The chef proposed a mozzarella dessert, but we didn't want to make a mozzarella nightmare," said Mr. Corsetti, whose dream is to create a chain of mozzarella bars in Milan, London, Paris and New York.

Professor Gambera thought that might have a shot, for a while.

"Fifty years ago a place like this would have been a laugher," he said. "Now it's trendy. It will probably last two or three years. In the end it's only mozzarella."

frzznhotchoc @ 2004-09-21T17:40:00

2004-09-21T21:45:26Z

got this email from my dad and thought it was worth posting...a little contrived, but I like it anyway.

A poignant message by George Carlin (His wife recently died...)

--------------------------------------------------

The paradox of our time in history is that we have
taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider
freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have
bigger houses and smaller families, more
conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees
but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment,
more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but
less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too
recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get
too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read
too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our
values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate
too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years. We've
been all the way to the moon and back, but have
trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've
done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We
write more, but learn less. We plan more, but
accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to
wait. We build more computers to hold more
information, to produce more copies than ever, but
we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow
digestion, big men and small character, steep
profits and shallow relationships. These are the
days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier
houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick
trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one
night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do
everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a
time when there is much in the showroom window and
nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can
bring this letter to you, and a time when you can
choose either to share this insight, or to just hit
delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones,
because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe, because that little person soon will
grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you,
because that is the only treasure you can give with
your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and
your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and
an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep
inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for
someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time
to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we
take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

If you don't send this to at least 8 people....
who cares?

George Carlin

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