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Friday, February 25th, 2005
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3:12a - I believe in peace.
My sister is the biggest clod ever to be born. But, oh, how I love her. Her school had a gymnastics open house this evening. She performed a routine on the balance beam.
She's slightly more graceful than I am. No, I take that back. She's slightly more coordinated that I am. I think I am a little more graceful - she tends to clunk around.
Her ex-boyfriend sat with us during the show. He wrote a song for Ali; he wants to be friends with her. She tore the sheet of lyrics in half and stuck it against her sweaty clothes. She said she hoped it would rot.
We gave him a ride home afterward. When he talked, she told him to zip it. I'd feel sorry for the kid, but Ali's abrasive that way. Love her or leave her.
The second cat and I have been bonding lately. She has long fur and a lot of mats. I pet her and cut them out. Then I brush her. She bites the fleshy part of my palm.
I let her.
Hannah and I fought tonight. Or something. Every word came out wrong. She called me, but I didn't answer. I don't want to fight with her. I hate fighting, especially with people that I adore. I did send her a text message a little while ago, however- to explain.
Am craving the girlfriend. I was with her for eight out of eleven days. It's a bit of a shock to wake up without her most mornings. I spend my day thinking about her. I don't have much of a need for talking to other people. I'm okay with my head and my cat. Having Kristin too would be nice.
I want a big white bedroom. Big windows that don't face anything important but the sun. Thick carpeting and thicker coverings. Translucent curtains. I want fresh air. A body beside me to launch myself at in the middle of the night.
I keep feeling my body to figure out where those twenty pounds hang. I think maybe my thighs are a little bigger. And my stomach, probably. I think my ass is pretty much the same size. My breasts don't seem much bigger either. Oh. Maybe my breasts are a teensy bit bigger. Not nearly bigger enough for twenty extra pounds, though. Ugh. Yes, I'm obsessive. Why do you ask?
I've been reading my textbooks for school in between brushings of the cat. I like reading textbooks. They're so straight-forward. There is a hidden rhythm to the words. Between the lines of fact lie a song.
Sing it.
current mood: sinking
current music: The Waitress -- Tori Amos (2 comments |comment on this)
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