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2001-04-05 || 11:57 a.m. || i'm giving you advice. let's go play frisbee. || hey. hey. listen. words of advice: don't eat a vegan chocolate chip cookie with your coffee sweetened with questionable flavored non-diary creamer first thing in the morning, as enticing as it may sound in the store. it will make you feel like you've just eaten an entire container of paste. washed down with glue. and maybe a can of crisco. and don't go ahead and wear the tight pants to work when you're retaining water like a madlady, like a depressed whale, because you will walk into the restroom and catch your reflection in the mirror and actually stop. midstride. and freak out a little. wish you weren't wearing such a tight t-shirt. wish you hadn't eaten that cookie for the second time this morning. and for crying out loud, don't go thinking back to that huge dinner last night that was smiling happily undigested in your tummy as you watched pbs and fell asleep. and you're right, it probably did double in size in the night, and you're right, the deep fried calamari wasn't such a good idea after all, but one meal is not the cause of the funny outline your body has been making in the mirror lately. and don't think of sad things. don't think of your cat or friends you have not paid nearly enough attention to lately or your dad fixing your car in the middle of the night and then walking up to the house with him afterwards, putting your arms hastily around his neck and telling him you miss him. don't think of taxes or your atrophied potential or how nice a house sounds right now, a house with shag carpet and big windows that is cool and would let you write in it. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |