2003-06-16 - 11:42 p.m.
diaryland, diaryland, this is why i hold you so dear. you make me all bubbles (she is the joy and the water).
i was sticky all over, but i predict my current attempts to keep clean will only result in my skin losing that lived-in look, i'll be heaving from the mustiness of losing so much of you and you. epilogue for myself:
1. sometimes i look into the mirror and i see my hair and think "what do you think you're trying to do?"
2. i walk across the house in the dark and i am six again
3. nighttime is always the worst of it.