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today i woke up and felt better as the day went on. my fourth fucking day immobile and stranded, i couldnt handle it. drank some coffee out of a coca-cola mug and sat down on the carpeted floor. pushed to release the cupboards and made a pile of video cassettes ranging from 1988 to 2000. what an interesting time period. i loved every second of my life when it was on the television screen. proud to trace my name on it as my claim. i watched as i grew from this immature unappreciative child to a prepubescent and stupid girl. i went through mistakes and goals accomplished, felt embarrassment and sorrow over again.
i watched myself in europe
i wanted to cry it was such a beautiful and lucky thing. i was such a blessed child and i know all this was under appreciated. the only thing i could think about was how bad i wanted to go back. it has been a heavily influential part of my life and i want it to be the rest of my life too. europe, culture, language... its all so brilliantly beautiful. i can not even watch it without that yearning in my chest, my heart aching for it again. its magnificent.
a shower and some scrambled eggs later i felt up to venturing out. karen and i went to street corner records in birmingham and record time in ferndale. i picked up the elected- me first and the flaming lips- transmissions from the satellite heart. two wonderful cd's.
rented: all the real girls, anger management, and swimming pool
and if you are daring (ill try not to get you sick) you can come watch them with me
i watched myself in europe
i wanted to cry it was such a beautiful and lucky thing. i was such a blessed child and i know all this was under appreciated. the only thing i could think about was how bad i wanted to go back. it has been a heavily influential part of my life and i want it to be the rest of my life too. europe, culture, language... its all so brilliantly beautiful. i can not even watch it without that yearning in my chest, my heart aching for it again. its magnificent.
a shower and some scrambled eggs later i felt up to venturing out. karen and i went to street corner records in birmingham and record time in ferndale. i picked up the elected- me first and the flaming lips- transmissions from the satellite heart. two wonderful cd's.
rented: all the real girls, anger management, and swimming pool
and if you are daring (ill try not to get you sick) you can come watch them with me