2002-01-20 || 6:58 p.m.

|| thinkin bout the one way ticket to far far away. ||

to whom it may concern:

i think i may take you up on your offer. all of them, actually. i refer to the advert you sent regarding the cottage. the well-worn plan of shacking up in your closet. the possibility of the airstream by the sea furnished with hot plates and typewriters. portland. astoria. they all sound good. i would sign on the dotted line if there weren't so many.

there are motives, of course. i miss you terribly. i don't like the idea of best friendlies in different states. i am a jealous girl who listens to far away adventures relayed across the phone lines and you can't see it but the fists are clenched and i am looking out the window at the projection of your open laughing faces. i am tired of this town. i am tired of being lonely. i am tired of the parts i can't get around properly, hurt feelings and confusion and heartburn of the emotional variety. i don't like the way people drive here. meow meow has a serious case of cabin fever. i'm taking everything for granted and the colors are blurring, the phone's not ringing, there aren't any parking spots and if you asked me flat out why i am here i would hesitate in my answer.

sincerely, jennifer

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