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- 5 08 pm i took my sister out to eat tonight. last few days we've been talking some. i told her, today, that my stomach has started hurting me again, like it did back in august. but that i can still eat, so that's good. that it hurts the most right when i wake up. and comes and goes. said it light heartedly, so she's not worried, but at least she knows. dear diary, be proud for i took a razor to my scruffy self today. i keep running my hand alongside the skin, getting a kick out of it. not that i was hairy to begin with, not really, its just now... i'm not. all is left now is for me to clip my fingernails and i will be able to be presented to any mother. heh. i had three dreams last night. i wont tell you any of them. i will tell you, though, that one dream had the girl first turn into an otter and then some other animal with a big head. i never felt the earth move honey until you shook my tree. someone should woo me, dammit. talking to the friend, last night, after she told me i missed my chance, i said that'll probably cost me a few good women, waiting too long and such. and she said yes, im a slow mover. part of that, however, is that i cant really believe someone im interested in would be interested in me. but yes, i know im one hell of a catch. if only because i am really modest. 20 more days until my birthday. i decided, last night, i really didnt want anything for my birthday. i mean, yes, there are things i want: the complete collection of ee cummings work, for example. car parts so as i could work on the bronco. but i dont want people to go out of their way searching for stuff for me. just a card with a personalized note will be enough for. i say all this, and secretly what i really really want is a little letter from the girl. if that was all i got i would be serenly happy. i saw a spiderman costume today. i almost bought it. almost because i have no money. and because i have no money, that means i need to find another job. oh oh oh, good news in the mail yesterday: my writing is, apparently, still good. we'll leave it at that. now i leave. yall smile for me. fly a kite. |