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2003-04-09 || 10:30 a.m. || dear paige, || somehow i find all ages shows wildly inspiring. it's the kids. i like to camp out and watch and take notes of what they're wearing and how they talk and the way they look over their shoulders so defensively. last night, if you pardon my sounding like a complete idiot, i could feel my main character at the bright eyes (ahem. say what you will but it turned out to be a very nice show.) show. i couldn't quite see her but i knew what her expression was when c.o. sang something about jumping on his bed and i knew what she was thinking after it was all over and there were the ghosts of slide guitar and xylophone floating above her head. i imagine she was wearing red boots, as she was feeling particularly sassy that night. and she huddled with her two secret crushes, feeling sparks every time her hand brushed against their arms and pant legs. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |