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Missed Connections in Austin
You: So hot I freaked out.
Me: I want to stop smoking.
You:Bumming a cig.
Me: Kicking the shit out of myself you’re not here now.
You: So fine it hurts.
Me: Praying for a quick death.
One Year Ago: Thanks for Letting Me Run Nude (Omaha)
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Don’t you just hate it when you’re trying to kick a bad habit (smoking, drinking, eating crappy food…) and someone comes along who not only commands your attention but leads you back down the road you were trying to veer off from? Why on earth does that happen? Is it just randomness? Is it a test to see how committed we really are to changing our behaviors? I don’t know what to tell you, dear Austin poet, strychnine poisoning will certainly be quicker than cigarettes in the death category, but neither will be pleasant.
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