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what has pinned me against the wall of time is mostly work.  those 10hr. days working in the trench is nerve racking, dirtifying, and sweat-producing.  it makes simple tasks such as getting ready to meet up with friends or going to rehersals or something into a strategic process becauase it entails transforming myself from a dirt scrub with hardhat hair and reverse racoon face tan back into a girl who doesn't stank.  and i've only got 15 min or less.

 

and it's kind of romantic like the britney spears video "u drive me crazy" where she's working as a waitress by day, then she changes into her party time outfit and does that chair-leaning-bosom thing.  or like clark kent who rips off his shirt to reveal his superself.  and so i'm thinking i must enjoy this process so much because it sheds off the mundane, making ends meet, dirt scrub aspect of me to show my other self, a girl that's on a mission to beat traffic and smell pleasant.

 

so when it is all said and done, who cares if i didn't perform well that night, at least i get there ontime (for the most part)  and i'm so fresh and so clean clean.