only yesterday
the little icon girl seems to be ravenously anorexic, much like me two years ago
when i had image issues and had to overcome them by means of learning to appreciate the flavor, texture, and presentation of food,
which i had blinded myself to before, seeing beforehand through strictly caloric vision.
i borrowed derek's journal yesterday.
yes, a tangible bound volume, old school and undoubtedly profound.
i felt underscored by his writings.
i wrote him a response that said
yadda yadda yadda you're a good writer, i'm affiriming what you already previously know to be true- you have a beautiful and fascinating mind"
then slid the paper between two entries, so he'll find it randomly one day and think "ah yes".
he invited me to go to finlay park friday afternoon. i gave an emphatic yeah! and then a loud no which was really hilarious because i was responding to this
trajectory in my brain-first, should i go? second, do i have school? he understood. so finlay on friday. i have this preconceived composition of him
reading his review book for the A+ certification test while i rest my head in his lap and read east of eden. sappy but i confess, i melt at the slightest
indication of romantic behavior. (accounting by bounds and limits of personal restraint... of coooooouuuuurse)
breakfast NOW.
when i had image issues and had to overcome them by means of learning to appreciate the flavor, texture, and presentation of food,
which i had blinded myself to before, seeing beforehand through strictly caloric vision.
i borrowed derek's journal yesterday.
yes, a tangible bound volume, old school and undoubtedly profound.
i felt underscored by his writings.
i wrote him a response that said
yadda yadda yadda you're a good writer, i'm affiriming what you already previously know to be true- you have a beautiful and fascinating mind"
then slid the paper between two entries, so he'll find it randomly one day and think "ah yes".
he invited me to go to finlay park friday afternoon. i gave an emphatic yeah! and then a loud no which was really hilarious because i was responding to this
trajectory in my brain-first, should i go? second, do i have school? he understood. so finlay on friday. i have this preconceived composition of him
reading his review book for the A+ certification test while i rest my head in his lap and read east of eden. sappy but i confess, i melt at the slightest
indication of romantic behavior. (accounting by bounds and limits of personal restraint... of coooooouuuuurse)
breakfast NOW.