8:00 p.m. x 2004-12-25
i cannot begin to stress how complexly WHOA "fat girl" is. i have fantastic slippers...but i'm entirely fried from working on the worse computer for most of the day...but i have THE SHINS who plainly make everything kick ass...
timor has this trick: she can go for hours and hours without blinking. i guess that's easy when you don't have any eyelids.
- little apple dolls
i'm exhausted, and i have this sick/full feeling even though i've eaten twice today. i was up really late last night (FINISHING FOR ALIYAAAA!) and being plagued by nerves. there's really no reason for nerves when there's presents...but...
...i'm pretty sure i just need sleep, and a little time to appreciate "caring is creepy". i had to cut a conversation with manda that wasn't even going well to a brisk end, and i couldn't even talk because everyone found it necessary to be in that very room.
my boots are warm, though, and there's this cool thing that's actually from walmart...i'm really happy. i'm really anxious and sore and exhausted but really, really happy and i just need, i think, to write for a while. with my new boots.
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start