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2002-02-05 || 11:47 p.m. || stalagmites and stalagtites. they look much different with amusement ride lighting. || i've been reading stories in which the moon takes cameo roles, as a crescent, as a night light, as a baseball. i've been waking up earlier because the cat has decided i am not to sleep past 5:50. i haven't been grocery shopping in far too long, having come to the realization that i really hate grocery shopping, it is very depressing, regardless of whether or not i live next to the disneyland of grocery stores. i have been wearing a clip in my hair lately because it has gotten terribly moppy and bothersome and i don't relish the sensation of having hair in the eyes. i haven't been feeling much like dealing with issues. there is something in me that is quite sad and i don't know where it comes from and it doesn't show up often, but i can feel it, right here, like a swallowed wad of gum waiting out purgatory in my stomach. there are parts of me i really dislike. and it's not the gum's fault. it's just there. an embodiment. a manifestation. foreign but internal nevertheless. i swallowed it on purpose. i don't know what i'm doing. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |