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2000-12-20 || 02:08:08 || kelly is home. || kelly's home from costa rica. she got off a plane from houston, two hours late, tan and beautiful and with that look on her face people get when they're thrown back into familiarity. like wild animals. we stood there waiting for her, mom, dad, sammy, tito, and i, armed with wilted flowers and balloons and a box of little debbie nutty bars. i cried a lot. dionne warwick was in line in front of tito at the coffee place in the airport. she bought a caramel latte. she wore the most terrible fur coat i have ever seen. but it was dionne. and now kelly says things like 'there are a lot of americans here' when we go christamas shopping. she sighs in that melodramatic way when she tries to explain something and i imagine she's gotten that habit from trying to explain things in spanish, becoming frustrated, and then letting out that sigh and hitting her forehead with her hand. she is so skinny (she says it's from a month of diarrhea and walking 6 miles a day to the research station. and intestinal parasites. i'm in.). her legs are full of scars from parasites. she cut the back of her hair with her pocket knife and it looks like it. she is upstairs with tito now. i imagine they are either making out on my bed or crying. or playing playstation. *** guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |