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2002-06-02 || 7:16 p.m. || spin the bottle, dream-like || i dreamed of a boy i have been dreaming of a lot lately, just now during this sunday afternoon naptime marathon. i hate the power of suggestion with dreams. suddenly i am completely crushed out over a fuzzy scene in which we walk hand in hand down the grocery aisle, my bottom lip grazing the shoulder of his jacket. sigh. tell him i give good haircuts. and. i can sew up that hole in that windbreaker. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |