Mar 13, 2004 14:41
Drinking diet coke with lemon reminds me of my mom.
And afternoon lunches in the summer and ice cubes and things, even though I hate soda and specifically coke and even more specifically diet coke, but I do like real lemons. My heart is so set on going home that I can hardly breathe. My writing teacher would underline "that I can hardly breathe" and probably "my heart" because they are clichés and those make weak writing. Did you know?
This entry is annoying me already.