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2001-07-25 || 9:51 a.m. || i'm really sorry. i think i'm going to be terribly emo for a while. || so i have your anniversary present. i finished it before i left so that i could give it to you the day i got back, but i didn't get a chance. it quickly became very inappropriate. i moved it to the kitchen yesterday so that i wouldn't have to look at it anymore. at the note on the back reading 'i love you.' at the glue marks and printed paper cutouts and the two figurines, one tiny lady with red hair and a red skirt like me, one tiny man with blond hair like you holding a jacket over his shoulder. it's a diorama. it's supposed to be us in a field somewhere, standing close against a cardboard hill. i wrote something like 'who knew after six months we would end up in a little wooden box together.' but we didn't end up in a wooden box together. i am thinking of dropping the box from a high building. or kicking in the glass and feeding the little man to meow meow. or sending it to your post office box because i want to haunt you. i want you to get that tinge. a nail driven cleanly through vital organ. violin strings pulled taut across ribcage. (i am wondering what you will do with the other things i have made you? if you will keep them on the walls or if you've taken them down? i took down your painting and love notes and the picture by my bed of you asleep. i gathered your books and cds but your underwear is still in my drawer. your toothbrush is still in my medicine cabinet. i fought the urge to use it this morning.) guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |