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I was going to write a nice insightful post about my past, which would undoubtably be a rehash of other such posts, but I just ate a large bowl of ramen, and if the ghosts can be started by a spot of mustard, then thus can they be taken away. Or also by fish cake.

I don't know. Where do interests diverge? It was kind of a juvenile thing I suppose, but when you find someone who so closely mirrors yourself, you don't see it as such, and you sure as hell don't get over it that quickly. I mean, it's been four years now. But when a person takes up such a large span of your past, existant or not, you can't help but to dwell on it from time to time. Even if it is narcissistically. Cowboy Bebop was what I was talking about. I never got into the show. Everything else in twine, but Cowboy Bebop. I suppose there's got to be somewhere where interests diverge.

Bunnyman's favorite musicians are Pink Floyd and Tracy Chapman. Tracy Chapman? Perhaps I have an argument for being the reluctant lesbian after all...

Forgive my sleep-addledness. Maybe this makes no sense to any of you. The sun is up; time for vampires to be in bed. And the vampirized...