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I have been doing nothing but writing all day and loving every moment. Consequently I already have a glimpse of how crazy tomorrow will be since I’ve been such a slacker. I do not think I have ever written as good a story so it was totally worth every second plus excellent therapy. Speaking of which I love you Christine, thank you for everything!
So I am seeing someone new. Her name is Delsina (aka Deli, Del, Delsy (by no means “that girl”)). She is gorgeous and quite the charmer. The pages we have managed to fill in are few but just as good as the unwritten chapters. I bought a killer winter hat knitted at recycled blues (the ones with the flaps that cover your ears) to wear in NY when I join her for her birthday in Feb. I am looking forward to finally visiting NY again. Sand is underrated but there’s nothing like snow.
My confession: I ask my friend Michelle for bubble gum today with no intention of chewing it. I’d like to put it in my bag long enough until it catches that surgery smell. When I told her she took it away to spite me. I proceeded then to convincing myself I no longer wanted it because it would eventually melt and unwrap a little and suck in all the tiny things that live in the bottomless pit of my bag.
“Save the tiny things, save the world” (a heros reference)…. tonight is the night!
Anyways, I am still kicking.
So I am seeing someone new. Her name is Delsina (aka Deli, Del, Delsy (by no means “that girl”)). She is gorgeous and quite the charmer. The pages we have managed to fill in are few but just as good as the unwritten chapters. I bought a killer winter hat knitted at recycled blues (the ones with the flaps that cover your ears) to wear in NY when I join her for her birthday in Feb. I am looking forward to finally visiting NY again. Sand is underrated but there’s nothing like snow.
My confession: I ask my friend Michelle for bubble gum today with no intention of chewing it. I’d like to put it in my bag long enough until it catches that surgery smell. When I told her she took it away to spite me. I proceeded then to convincing myself I no longer wanted it because it would eventually melt and unwrap a little and suck in all the tiny things that live in the bottomless pit of my bag.
“Save the tiny things, save the world” (a heros reference)…. tonight is the night!
Anyways, I am still kicking.