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December 29, 2002
I feel like the spoon that gets caught up in the blades of the blender, tossed around and clanging as all that acidic fruit-juice splatters all over, and the handle jerking away from a good grip. I feel like the high heel shoe strap that keeps slipping off the back of your ankle; the shoes you didn’t really want to walk in all the way across the wet parking lot, bending over after every other step to pull it back up and out from under your foot. Guess I feel all mixed up and a little more than slightly irritated.