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Wed, 17 Aug 2005 Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit. Why is the grass greener in Boston? (No, I'm not referring to the fact that it doesn't rain enough in Austin.) Remember that part in Mulholland Drive where they put the blue key thing in the blue box thing and, as Rodin puts it, it's like someone just grabs the whole movie, shakes it up, and lets things resettle at random? That's kind of what it's like coming back to Boston—the actors are the same, but the roles are different. Thing is, I'd prefer the new lay of the land—'cept I'm nowhere to be found. Fuckin' hell. Couldn't someone have done the key-in-lock thing three years ago, when I was still here? |
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