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Thursday, November 24, 2005
it's the night before thanksgiving. i'm not going to either family home. i'm at my "home," a location which is to retain that designation for only a few days more. its successor has yet to be positively identified.
i predict that within a year i will have at least shoved a photojournalist; it's possible that i will have punched one. one thing i have learned is that when you are a journalist, rudeness is your default response. i always kind of wondered, "why are these people held in such low regard?" and now, i feel like i have some idea. this is unfortunate because i always kind of wanted to be one. i mean i'm good at being standoffish, but not agressively rude. i dunno.
bq 1:24 AM
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