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2002-01-30 || 1:21 p.m. || keeping track of the track || you are partial to coats. you came to the startling realization while on the bus ride home the other day that the intense lovey feelings for your cat are most likely the sublimation of maternal feelings waiting not quite patiently to magnetize into a wailing purpose. you are in love with the color orange. you adore your parents, more so than ever. you secretly worry that the best year of your life, sweet 1997, is behind you and nothing like it will ever pop up on the timeline ever again. you secretly worry that as you grow older some things will no longer be appropriate, such as cutting your own hair, wearing knee socks, collecting cat figurines, thrift store shopping and the accumulating of sentimental things; although if you were to hear of an older lady who does said things you would think of her as amazingly kewl. you want to travel. you always remember your dreams. you tend to let brilliant things die out unfinished. you are marked by the curse of having the best intentions but falling short on the follow through. you wish you were more adventurous. you are itching to move away. you are craving houses and babies and sunday papers read at kitchen tables. you're not sure what to think about valentine's day. you have grown up a lot in the past two years. you're feeling pretty okay with yourself. sometimes late at night, after the teeth have been brushed and the cat is sitting on the sink watching you intently, you catch yourself smiling into the mirror as you turn out the lights. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |