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2002-03-04 || 10:17 a.m. || i'm a loner, dotty, a rebel. || o hectic week-end. sleeping on floors, sleeping in hotel rooms, sneaking a bit here and there when the company is away, when there's no one around to entertain. keys in the mailbox and wet towels on the bathroom floor and going out to eat for every meal. wearing my sister's clothes. parties and vegan potlucks and smoking on front porches, drawing a mermaid on a cute boy's cast, giving moonwalking lessons to drunkies while blaring the em jay (yay for 'thriller,' wow. i thank my lucky stars i grew up when i did, with thriller and the like so absolutely associated with my childhood.). (secretly wanting the caravan to move on. secretly yearning for bed and quiet time, bad teevee and embroidery and oly and smokin alone.) (alone alone alone.)
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