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2003 14 January :: 6.31 pm
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: starting line - drama of summer
if i wrote you a song with all the things i said that weren't true , it would be the shortest song in the world , because i meant every word , and it could never compare to the novel you're writing me this very second .
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i love susan. |
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2003 13 January :: 10.11 am
:: Mood: happy
at least i know i'm not the only one falling . i have to type to keep my hands from calling you in the middle of class to tell you i hope you have a good day at work . and we have a million plans but that could never be enough ... i'm sorry ... because i'm so obsessed with you . and maybe i will break your heart but maybe you will break mine . or maybe we will both remain this enchanted and never be disenchanted because i don't think i could be mad at you . and we have to agree before you get in my car and before i get in yours . but that's okay , because we do agree , on everything , all the time , and we are happy . and sometimes , all you want is to be happy . and right now , that's all i am . <3
1 lover |
i love susan. |
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2003 8 January :: 11.00 pm
:: Mood: is "waiting by the phone" a mood ?
:: Music: sublime - april 26, 1992 (miami)
he didn’t notice that i skipped tracks 4 and 10 on the cd player , waiting until he was out of the car so as not to ruin the poignancy of the songs , and he wouldn't know why , nor would he care . there’s a lot he doesn’t notice . maybe i’m only ‘pretty good’ because i don’t want to be here .
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i love susan. |
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2002 31 December :: 9.53 pm
:: Mood: cynical
:: Music: bright eyes / britt daniel - southern state
the mother hands the girl at the register her credit card and notices how she grits her teeth as she slides it through ; bites her tongue to keep from crying . rolling her eyes , she puts away the credit card , thinking how easy kids these days have it . and as she pulls out of the parking lot , a young woman hits her toyota with her mercedes sl 500 , bursts into tears , hands her the information , and pulls away . the beautiful blonde with the bruise on her arm , who traded her tank tops for long sleeves with collars , even in the ninety degree weather . the mother gets home , checks on her sleeping children , notices the different perfume on her couch cushions , and sprays them with febreze before the company arrives . the girl gets home to change for the party but instead throws out the half empty bottle and changes her screaming baby sister’s diaper before calling to cancel her plans . the young woman gets home to a surprisingly peaceful apartment – the calm before the storm – and hurries to make dinner before he gets upset . and they all do this day after day after day , year after year . so why celebrate tonight ?
1 lover |
i love susan. |
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2002 27 December :: 7.35 pm
:: Mood: excited
:: Music: trina featuring luda - b r right
THIS IS A ROLLING EMERGENCY !!!
ohh man . MY CAR is so hot . i got a white 98 nissan sentra gxe , it's so fucking beautiful . i am like obsessed ! so everybody , now that i'm not worthless , let's hang out ? mmm in my hot car ! the only rule is , you can't get out of the car . or you can , but i refuse to , because i am in love with it . actually , i am sitting my car now haha just kidding <3 bye ladies .
3 lovers |
i love susan. |
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2002 24 December :: 9.29 pm
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: the rocking horse winner - miss you
this one goes out to the friends i've never had.
so maybe i’m a little rough around the edges … maybe if you grab me a little harder next time it will smooth me out . is it so wrong to want your touch to sting a little ? the next morning when i’m cleaning myself up with alcohol and band-aids, i’ll think of you. the next night when you don’t want to see me because of the state i’m in, and because you don’t want to hold me so tight, i’ll think of someone else that will.
i love susan. |
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2002 18 December :: 11.18 pm
:: Mood: not high yet . give me an hour . haha
:: Music: nelly - air force ones
Less than five hundred feet away from my house, my cell phone rings. I pull it out to answer and it's my mother, at 1:02 a.m.
"You're not home yet … it's past your curfew, and you're always home on time. Is everything okay? I was waiting for you to come home; I brought you cheesecake." I'm rolling my eyes, because it's two minutes that I'm late, but I can't help laughing. My crazy mother, who argued with me about how baggy my pants were minutes before I left the house, is ready to make up and sit down with me to hear all about my night. I walk in the house, on the phone with her, halfway through my account of what I did, and we both hang up our phones and sit to talk and eat dessert at one o'clock in the morning.
Three o'clock rolls around and we're still sitting there, tears rolling down our cheeks from laughing so hard. Each time we attempt to go to bed, one of us comes up with another anecdote from last week that somehow made it this far without being recounted. As we finally stumble upstairs, sleepy-eyed but animated nonetheless, we say our good nights, not even remembering that we were fighting just hours ago, and will probably be arguing about something equally trivial in the morning. However, she is always quick to come up behind me with an apology and a chocolate of some sort (because she knows it's my favorite). Ever since I was little, when she'd brush my hair and tell me how pretty I looked in my dress, we've always been close. Now, 17 years later, she is my constant source of inspiration, my therapist, my cook, my tailor, my maid, my chauffer, and my best friend. And when I tell her good night and that I love her, words seem ineffective, but I know she knows how much I mean it.
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