2002-11-15 || 9:31 a.m.

|| it all comes back to the mexican wrestling mask ||

i am wearing my sissy's shirt, all plaid and ruffles and sweetheart collar, savagely lifted from her closet last night. sister in west bay = two wardrobes, bay to bay. ow!

last night: go to sissy and ton's house, bearing giant chocolate chip cookie frosted with 'welcome home kelly.' play with cats. go out to dinner. remember what a brat i am when around sis. mike, ton kell and i in her room, reliving every awful emo record, circa 1995, oh (lots of kell and mike bonding over mineral and the promise ring and texas is the reason, jaysis.). karate chops and very fancy (tear-stained?) vinyl and black cats and mexican wrestling masks. hooray! hooray!

tonight: tentative karaoke.

tomorrow: kelly and ton and i are thinking of dressing up stereotypically frenchie (striped shirt fishnet liquid liner berets maybe curled moustaches?) for stereo total (you are going. i will see you there). or else kell will wear the mexican wrestling mask.

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