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ow. my thighs hurt whenever i move. ah, but laser tag was fun because i am a loser. hurrah.
i think i will change my password. i think i will change it every day, not due to some freaked-out paranoia (not to say i'm not paranoid, for we all know i am, just not about these things) but because it's refreshing to change one's password often, to try different ones out for size, like trying on different clothes. like trying on different faces. today i am an umbrella-toting galoshes-wearing rainchild; tomorrow perhaps i will be a treehouse-building acorn-eating naturegirl. sigh, i can be such the granola girl at times! i am feeling quite desultory, it's rather nice... i should like to write pretty stories and fairy-tales about princesses draped in pink and yellow silks with pearls strung in their hair. princesses must have long hair, except when their evil step-mothers turn their brothers into swans and cut their hair short and make them ugly so their fathers will cast them out... poor little thing, gathering nettles to save her swan-brothers... hm. i think i should like to reread tangledwood stories, or perhaps hans christian andersen. or perhaps i should go to bed because it's late and i'm ill and i'm not making sense anyway...
and there are annoying melodramatic things on television. i hate television. (at least right now.)
i want to write uplifting letters to miss caroline and send them with flower petals in the envelopes, but i don't have her address and don't think i ever will... sigh.
i was in such the cooking mood today, i wanted to make something light and delicious with pasta and vegetables... but the only vegetables we have are bagged spinach leaves and pale tomatoes and chemical-flavored carrots. mother, mother, please buy good vegetables, ones that taste like real vegetables and with which i can cook so i don't have to make bland boring rice-and-corn-and-canned-tomatoes...
sigh sigh sigh, whatever is the matter with me? i want a shower but it's too late. i think i shall go to bed...
i think i will change my password. i think i will change it every day, not due to some freaked-out paranoia (not to say i'm not paranoid, for we all know i am, just not about these things) but because it's refreshing to change one's password often, to try different ones out for size, like trying on different clothes. like trying on different faces. today i am an umbrella-toting galoshes-wearing rainchild; tomorrow perhaps i will be a treehouse-building acorn-eating naturegirl. sigh, i can be such the granola girl at times! i am feeling quite desultory, it's rather nice... i should like to write pretty stories and fairy-tales about princesses draped in pink and yellow silks with pearls strung in their hair. princesses must have long hair, except when their evil step-mothers turn their brothers into swans and cut their hair short and make them ugly so their fathers will cast them out... poor little thing, gathering nettles to save her swan-brothers... hm. i think i should like to reread tangledwood stories, or perhaps hans christian andersen. or perhaps i should go to bed because it's late and i'm ill and i'm not making sense anyway...
and there are annoying melodramatic things on television. i hate television. (at least right now.)
i want to write uplifting letters to miss caroline and send them with flower petals in the envelopes, but i don't have her address and don't think i ever will... sigh.
i was in such the cooking mood today, i wanted to make something light and delicious with pasta and vegetables... but the only vegetables we have are bagged spinach leaves and pale tomatoes and chemical-flavored carrots. mother, mother, please buy good vegetables, ones that taste like real vegetables and with which i can cook so i don't have to make bland boring rice-and-corn-and-canned-tomatoes...
sigh sigh sigh, whatever is the matter with me? i want a shower but it's too late. i think i shall go to bed...