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[funkher]

Rolf:

You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life, little girl, is an empty page
That men will want to write on...

I am seventeen going on eighteen.

I have to settle for being the boy this year.

So, two weeks and 2 more days left.
I'm beginning to hate birthdays. I can't plan for shit. I don't know what I want to do.
I just want to go somewhere [aka Madrid/Cambodia/Casablanca, Morocco/Ipanema, Brazil/San Francisco/Italy/Greece/Havana, Cuba/Paris/Amsterdam].

I miss New York City.
Why can't I just settle for celebrating my birthday packed inside a car, spotting hookers, meeting pantless gasoline men, and eating snails?

+ + +

I've read 6 books this summer so far. I borrowed four more.
I slept at 5 in the morning today because I wanted to know what happens to Laurie and if Jo was going to end up with Mr. Bhaer after all. [Hint: It's a classic about sisters]

I've been feeling restless the past couple of days. It won't stop. And I've only got books to calm me.

...
So I'm gonna go read some more now.
It won't stop.