2003-06-17 || 11:01 p.m.

|| june gloom, mummy calls it. ||

i'm in that june frame of mind where it is gray and a bit bleak but you know things will clear up; they're showing tron in the cafeteria and your dad promises to take you to the beach and by three in the afternoon the fog has cleared anyway. harumph. i would like rowboats in stow lake and planned dates to louis' for pie and whale watching and that salty air smell that always gathers on my sister's skin.

my sister's a mermaid, maybe.

i kind of feel like the good things are far away. marooned on an island and i am without proper marine transportation. treasure chests and michaels and owens and those tattoos dad keeps promising; homemade dresses made by sisterhand and hairstyles all grown out and floppy. kind of like that.

confidential to first love laddy: i love you i do will write proper soon chin up.

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