2001-12-15 ± 12:22 a.m.
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quickly quickly

I like that my mind remembers how to type...even whilst it's intoxicated.

I've become a red wine drunk...some sort of snotty lush.

here I am; eyelids heavy

mind full

inlove with the idea of moving to italy

gelato and journals

in my new favorite sweater.

people mistaking me for a local.

I like to forget what I do...distance myself and then return with amazement...

this is my life.

these are my words.

I have survived.

these 22 years...when there are so many ways to die.

these 22 years...where there are so many more bad choices than good.

these 22 years...when all I was looking for is still a secret to me.

these 22 years...and I still haven't actualized that fact that, while this might sound insightful now, tomorrow it will look like nothing more than drunken drivel.

I dream to rise above.

this station?

I dream to touch you...in a way that does not necessitate my physical presence.

what's love got to do with it? - 2004-09-29
noquierosoyabogada - 2004-09-21
I do not aspire to be cast in a lawyer joke - 2004-02-10
update - 2003-11-04
girl...you'll be a woman...soon. - 2003-08-12