2002-06-06 || 7:26 p.m.

|| algae bloomin ||

counting days on both hands and scrawling little equations on the backs of receipts. waking up at funny hours to check the time and figure out how much money i have. planning to throw lots away (i would really like to have a yard sale but a yard i have not. but if i go through some sort of giving spree, i will let you know and you can pick through the twee detritus. i have christmas presents from grammies and more ceramic cats than a girl should pack up and unload again. serious. and books. and. sweaters. and kitchen things. and nonfunctional dusty cameras. i am going to try very hard to break the packrat cycle, very hard.).

oh dear.

oh. dear.

but. meanwhile: i am sunburned and freckly. i am nursing a secretcrush. i saw donnie darko and i went to a baseball game. i am spectacularly excited by the prospect of a House. a House. and my birthday is less than a month away and i think i might have a birthday blow-out and you are all invited. and i have been writing weekly letters to my sister, real ones, on paper, with exhibits and scandal and hemhaw silliness. and we have been emailing the funniest fecking notes back and forth and i love the hand-sister long distance love affair.

and i am happy.

just worriful.

but it will be all right.

mmhmm.

yep.

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