My sanguine of yesterday and today is even beginning to make me sick; however, I must not turn back to the cynic deprecate of yesteryear. I will leave that role up to the brilliant, beautiful men I'm attracted to. My taste is so so odd and detrimental; My ideal man is a smoker who's cynical, observant, consciously garbed, and mysterious. He's an intelligent "badass." Anyway, this attempt to change my ways and reinvent myself-if you will, are going well.
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