it amuses me to see how we, meaning you and i and us 

have changed

solitude.

surrounded by people i talk to, but don’t,really.

washing my hands in my rented designer sink, i realise

we talk, but we don’t, really.

i wonder what happened to the me i once knew,

i used to talk,

but now i merely speak.

although of course, that isn’t to say that i’m quiet.

hell no, i cannot be shut up-

but i don’t talk anymore.

maybe that’s a good thing.

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i’ve been watching dawson’s creek

(withhold judgement, please)

how times have changed.

having watched most episodes of most major suspects ( i.e. Gossip Girl, 90210, OC, whatelse..I dunno..The Hills -yes, all my taste is in my mouth..)..

it pleases me to no end that i can now draw comparisons between my obvious lapses in judgement.

(actually i retract that statement, i actually enjoy my lapses in judgement)

(which doesn’t say much about my judgemental skillery)

i have decided that they are in fact, one and the same, with different names and places and clothes and shoes (which are obviously what i am most drawn to, and Gossip Girl wins this hands down, no surprises there)

but essentially

they are all the same.

but the difference is,

instead of once commiserating with the highly torturous (and vacuous) dramas that ensue in each 40 minute session

i can now laugh.

so haha.

HA!

but i am still vacuous.

you know that already.

also, the spelling of vacuous has always eluded me.

teehee.

those damn dawson’s river kids.

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maybe i’ve just run out of someone to talk to.