You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

currently listening to: "june in her frost & fur" by the autumns

"i'd die if i couldn't see you." - all concern about the finitude of this arrangement: erased! OH MARK.

he just stopped by in order to give me pineapple and a cumquat and borrow a blank cd so he can make me a mix (i made him one and he GUSHED). yesterday i bought him blueberries (we are both destitute). we walked to the place where, his freshman year, he and bryan buried a dead bird and gave it a funeral service. we made out in public and held hands all over town. in bed he told me i'm stealing his heart, then quickly ammended that by saying "actually you don't have to be even that crafty about it". more precious hyperbole from both sides. and HE WANTS THIS TO CONTINUE! of course, but it was a legitimate concern. i don't project what i want onto him, and vice-versa. it is a major clause in our arrangement.

later: poetry professor's jazz quartet concert, followed by canoodling. now: NAPS.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
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sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)