my fave children's book!

an email.

i miss my sisters. they understand me.

ate,

a bird pooped on me today.

in spain, bird poop is brown.

love AND MISS,
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a memory

it is past midnight, and we are celebrating. around me, there are people i have kept at arms length. but i love them. we pause due to exhaustion, and in the middle of nowhere, i want to see the stars that the city robs from us, but unlike last night, it is cloudy.

i can't simply leave and escape and pretend i shouldn't make friends; sometimes i like quiet. most times, i like solitude. earlier, in a more naive portion of my youth, i thought living was being busy. that method has proven exhausting.

the house is bare. the carpet however, is plush. there is a feeling in the house. one of understanding, and this feeling that one is full...that one is satiated.

i am tired, but someone has set up a magic mic. this mic's chip is programmed, not with the immortalized classics --- "more than words" and "stay." it is rather ABBA heavy. yet, we know every song, and i give the show of my life when "winner takes it all" is selected.

at a point during my childhood, we were poor as hell

Therefore, I really loved being able to afford a new book of paper dolls at the drug store. They usually sold for $1, and I could sprig that much every once in a while. Now, they don't have those at CVS anymore. Am I giving away too much by telling you that I was once poor? (I hope you don't feel that I am romanticizing poverty for sympathy...)

Whatever it is, I still absolutely love paper dolls.