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2003-06-26 || 11:35 a.m. || the magic eight ball never had this in mind. || well. whirlwind romance hitting me in the head and knocking me on the living room floor; recounting details of orange county past to piece together in a funny puzzle the shape of a heart defect; abrasions from kissing; heat waves; phone pulled to my doorway with cord stretched tight around fingers and toes and expectations; tethering excitement/angel voices/palpatating implications to the apple tree in the backyard so as not to get my heart hurt; calculating distance/time/cost/viability of a new york-california transcontinental love affair; not sure what to make of it. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |