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Joel : Random thoughts for Valentine's Day, 2004.
Today is a holiday invented by greeting card
companies to make people
feel like crap.
I ditched
work today. Took a train out to Montauk. I don't
know why. I'm not an impulsive person.
I guess I just woke up
in a funk this morning. I gotta get
my car fixed. “Hi, Cindy. It's Joel. Joel. Listen, I
don't feel very well today. No,
food poisoning,
I think.” It's goddamn freezing on this beach.
Montauk in February. Brilliant, Joel.
Pages
ripped out. Don't remember doing
that. It appears this is
my first entry in two years. Sand is
overrated. It's just tiny little rocks. If only I
could meet someone new. I guess my chances of that
happening are somewhat diminished since I'm
incapable of making eye
contact with a woman I don't know.
Maybe I should get back together with Naomi. She was
nice. Nice is good. She loved me.
Clementine : Hi.
Joel : I'm
sorry?
Clementine : I
just said hi.
Joel : Hi,
hello. Hi.
Clementine :
Okay if I sit closer? How far are you going?
Joel :
Rockville Center.
Clementine :
Get out. Me, too.
Joel : Really?
Clementine :
What are the odds?
Do I know you? Do you ever shop at
Barnes & Noble?
Joel : Sure.
Hm.
Clementine :
That's it!
Joel : Yeah?
Clementine :
I've seen you. Man. Book slave there for like, five
years now.
Joel : Oh.
Clementine :
Jesus.
Joel : I would
have thought I would remember you.
Clementine :
Is it five years? It might be the hair.
Joel : What
might?
Clementine :
It changes a lot. The color. That's why you might
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