its not from my cold room

Jan 09, 2004 01:29

recently i spent time with a boy who insists on listening to tom petty while playing pool. the juke box ate his quarters. and then i lost to him multiple times.

on our trip to buy non-animal-producted cookie baking ingredients, my friend (who is a spy) and i stole a strange looking piece of fruit that was worth $1.27. its name resembled fiojea and its taste resembled a kiwi crossed with a banana (says the spy).

tonight i told a boy some nights i draw hearts on my hand before i go to sleep and some mornings i wake up unexplainably crying. he made a joke, i laughed, and then silently vowed to not discuss this further.

i've been reading kurt vonnegut books excessively and now refer to mirrors as leaks.

my room is terribly cold. my dad took the heater out of the basement and stood it on a table for me. the heater is swell&heaterly warming, except it randomly screams noises only lawnmowers are familiar with. i'm not sure if i should sleep with it on and take the chance of being awaken in a state of terror. or shiver all night.

right now im shaking, my entire body is. my heart is rattled. its not from my cold room.
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