New York
My experience flying into Islip:
::wow, this place looks familiar::
"Yeah, you grew up here, dumbass"
::But why does it look so nice to me?::
Pause.
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"TREES!!!"
Highlights of my New Mexico trip with Nana:
The musuem in Deming, which has like anything you could ever have a museum about in it. Including one of the first copies of Playboy. In Braille. And iron lungs. But you weren't allowed to go in them.
Walking 4.6 miles barefoot at White Sands, a desert where you only see white and sky for miles, and soon you become convinced your whole life is a hallucination.
Meeting my aunt Sherri, who may or may not actually be crazy. Like, certifiably off the Earthship here. But she's rich so we call those people "eccentric." She owns land in New Mexico with petroglyphs on it and let me take home like 2 dozen pieces of pottery that are about 1,000 years old that I found just laying in the dirt.
And much, much more!
I should be a travel agent.
...No.
Candace took me driving in a parking lot and I SUCK so badly I might as well just give up now because if I don't somebody might die.
Because you all really need to know this, I found myself in that bad-magazine-article of a predicament by being in the airport with only a tampon, and never having used one before. Later that day, I figured while I was being a masochist, I might as well pierce my own ears. I was not in the airport. I feel like I'm a little kid playing dress up, but instead of dress up, I'm playing at being a girl.
Okay folks, step right up, this is your last chance. I decided to start hiking the 3rd of May but since my sleeping bag isn't here yet I have to wait until whenever that is. But I might still go then which means I have to get my act together NOW because that is soon. Ahh! Excitement! SO much to do.
Trevor and Jill and I slept out on the trampoline my last night on the farm and I loved them for it.
Miss people. Miss people so much and just want to be hugged and loved all of the time so much like a chair with a paint peel off the bottom, so I will go off to be by my lonesome in the wild and !tigers and lions and bears... maybe just bears!... and I'll cry about it, but then I'll get over it and love it, though I would love it more if you came hiking with me. Come hiking with me. I can tell you where I'll be and when.
PUNKS. All of you. Punks.
Chick Chick Chickadee, do you remember me? I miss you!
Candy is my everlasting sunshine, my diamond in a peat bog, my baby Bebop, my Wing-tip-the-spick.
Francesca Lia block and the Rutabega stories.
::wow, this place looks familiar::
"Yeah, you grew up here, dumbass"
::But why does it look so nice to me?::
Pause.
.
.
"TREES!!!"
Highlights of my New Mexico trip with Nana:
The musuem in Deming, which has like anything you could ever have a museum about in it. Including one of the first copies of Playboy. In Braille. And iron lungs. But you weren't allowed to go in them.
Walking 4.6 miles barefoot at White Sands, a desert where you only see white and sky for miles, and soon you become convinced your whole life is a hallucination.
Meeting my aunt Sherri, who may or may not actually be crazy. Like, certifiably off the Earthship here. But she's rich so we call those people "eccentric." She owns land in New Mexico with petroglyphs on it and let me take home like 2 dozen pieces of pottery that are about 1,000 years old that I found just laying in the dirt.
And much, much more!
I should be a travel agent.
...No.
Candace took me driving in a parking lot and I SUCK so badly I might as well just give up now because if I don't somebody might die.
Because you all really need to know this, I found myself in that bad-magazine-article of a predicament by being in the airport with only a tampon, and never having used one before. Later that day, I figured while I was being a masochist, I might as well pierce my own ears. I was not in the airport. I feel like I'm a little kid playing dress up, but instead of dress up, I'm playing at being a girl.
Okay folks, step right up, this is your last chance. I decided to start hiking the 3rd of May but since my sleeping bag isn't here yet I have to wait until whenever that is. But I might still go then which means I have to get my act together NOW because that is soon. Ahh! Excitement! SO much to do.
Trevor and Jill and I slept out on the trampoline my last night on the farm and I loved them for it.
Miss people. Miss people so much and just want to be hugged and loved all of the time so much like a chair with a paint peel off the bottom, so I will go off to be by my lonesome in the wild and !tigers and lions and bears... maybe just bears!... and I'll cry about it, but then I'll get over it and love it, though I would love it more if you came hiking with me. Come hiking with me. I can tell you where I'll be and when.
PUNKS. All of you. Punks.
Chick Chick Chickadee, do you remember me? I miss you!
Candy is my everlasting sunshine, my diamond in a peat bog, my baby Bebop, my Wing-tip-the-spick.
Francesca Lia block and the Rutabega stories.