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Sometimes I feel so lonely, all I want to do is curl my toes like snails and live in globe lamps and roll in mud. I want to see the world like Weetzie Bat, like Witch Baby.
I don't know.
I wish I didn't have to think so much.
And I wish I could say what I was thinking without feeling tongue-tied and pressured and lost for words all the time.
Kelila comes to town tomorrow. It's my job to show her all of the beautiful things to do in Tucson.
Shoham and I are going to dread Madeline's hair. I am chipping away at my list of books I want to read before I die.
I feel productive, but not really.
I don't know.
I wish I didn't have to think so much.
And I wish I could say what I was thinking without feeling tongue-tied and pressured and lost for words all the time.
Kelila comes to town tomorrow. It's my job to show her all of the beautiful things to do in Tucson.
Shoham and I are going to dread Madeline's hair. I am chipping away at my list of books I want to read before I die.
I feel productive, but not really.