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2003-07-08 || 10:18 a.m. || the amazing wonderful nicotine patch dream experiment, part one || (after three hours of crying/freak out yesterday, i bought the patch. let's all repeat: i heart the patch. i heart the patch. my heart is beating rilly fast right now and i'm a bit twitchy, but last night i had the craaa-a-a-aziest dreams..) i was a girl scout camp counselor for my third grade girl scout troop. i borrowed kami's (a girl i haven't thought about in say 17 years) shampoo and she got mad. there was something about spotting morrissey in the forest, kind of like bigfoot. but really hott and with a pompadour and impeccable taste and a button down shirt opened one button past decent. an eight-year-old me, complete with bowl cut gangly arms/legs freckle face, taught me how to fox trot. (postscript: just wanted to stress how effing epic the dance number was. we were all over the basketball court, showing off the most intricate of moves. i swear the eight-year old me was floating. floating!! like an awkward reebok-wearin ginger rogers. it was. beautiful.) we hiked to a haunted house and a badger attacked us. i had to kill it with a broom stick. i stuffed its head into a television for good measure. the harlem globetrotters made an appearance and commended me for my survival skills. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |