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2002-11-26 || 9:15 a.m. || hello. i have a crush on you. have a nice day. || after a short exercise in self-pity of the crying while playing tetris and listening to neutral milk hotel variety, becky made me get up off the couch. in barefeet and no coats we ran to her car, hopping and clapping hands and getting more nervous by the minute. 'we should be wearing ski masks,' she whispered. 'is this good stalking music?' and we drove left and right and left, slowing down at the intersection in question, the truck in question. i was nervous. becky kept the engine running and i left the door open and hovered around her car while one car turned right and a man walked by. when the coast was clear i crossed the street and rubbed the creases of my handwritten note and stuck it under a windshield wiper. there's a plastic jesus on the dashboard inside. there are stickers and i think his coat was on the passenger seat. that's where he sits during the day. i thought for a second about how he will look at my handwriting and try to figure out who i am and ran to becky's car and we drove off, becky threatening to hit his truck for phone number by way of insurance settlement. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |