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Other things no one thinks to think about.
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They are so oddly proportioned it's ridiculous. Yet, here they are crawling up the wall in my kitchen like the world is no big deal to them. Put something in their way, okay they just go around. I wonder what their brains think like. Or if they are actually just swearing...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Cindy739/827473"><title>Moment?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Cindy739/827473</link><description>How long is a moment? How short is a moment? Whose moment are we in right now? Are you in someone else's moment? Someone else's thought? Dream? Why do we ask these questions? Will we ever know? Do you really want to know? And if you did, who would tell you? Would you call and ask someone? "Am I...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Cindy739/821625"><title>Procrastination</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Cindy739/821625</link><description>Motivation. 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I know that I could probably google it and find out all this information on them, but...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Cindy739/820607"><title>Changes</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Cindy739/820607</link><description>I had a weird thought today. About how people act like someone they aren't or try to change who they are. Now if you are a guy, please read all the way through.. I know this is an odd comparison, but I'm going to give it anyway. A few weeks ago I got my nails done. Gel pasted and dried onto my...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Cindy739/817481"><title>Our Perception Of Time</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Cindy739/817481</link><description>Time is a funny thing. When you want to hold on to it, it's gone in an instant. When you want it to fly by, it feels like it's frozen. How messed up is that? 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