2005-08-31 || 11:44 p.m. || a horsey girl speaks. || the ornery horse i rode today (!!!) was insistent on frollicking along a poison-oak-infested path and i am so paranoid it has spread about my person. i have the itch along my ribcage, and surely curly sue in all her evil intentions couldn't have willed it there. mysterious! what are your thoughts on the horse + girls phenomenon? as a former fervent horsey girl, i grow annoyed and insulted by any freudian explanation offered on the way home while belted in the backseat/later at a cocktail party surrounding the bar. this morning over breakfast, as an unexpected for no reason gift, i received among cotton candy and a pewter horse pin (such nice friends i have made of late! they made us a breakfast of vegetarian eggs benedict and fruit salad with grand marnier/yogurt sauce! extravagant, yes!), a 1983-era scholastics books poster of a unicorn. i am fairly certain i owned the exact same poster in 1984. still itching! tonight i met two of the most precocious children ever. we played poker, swore like sailors, and discussed greek mythology at length. i want children like these.
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