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2003-11-16 || 8:25 p.m. || pretending it's 1993. || like high school (if i had a functioning social life/had sex with boys at age sixteen): clandestine meetings at two am to sit in a booth at harbor house to drink hot chocolate and gossip and watch the door in hopes ghosts of teenhangout past would show up. smoking in the garage and listening to music in his childhood bedroom long dismantled and redecorated, closing the door and trying to keep quiet while he's taking off my shirt and pushing me back against dirty laundry and guitar picks. i've known him since high school so maybe that's what it was, or the fact we were both home visiting our parents or my conscience kept skipping along the well worn grooves of ancient ghostcurfews. i got a total of twelve hours of sleep in four days, spent fifteen hours driving, had two minor nervous breakdowns with my parents in various other rooms, and got kissed goodbye on both eyelids by a boy in a red hoodie on some foggy street in orange county. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |