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on instinct

dan and i compete, almost like brother and sister. who can high-kick the string hanging down from the lamp? who can balance on the top of the fire hydrant? who can jump and touch the ceiling in kate & logan's apartment? every once in a while this happens. we're sitting around and suddenly it's the strongest man competition where we're both rolling logs and pulling trains across the yard.

i would say that i always win but that would be grossly untrue. i tend to over think things.

my body has no instinct. it's spinning across reach and approach and follow through, trying to bend knees and not hit the pictures on the wall.

i want to say just jump courtney. that's my advice for you this year. just jump.

1:54 a.m. - 2012-01-30

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