in the booth next to us, this is what the little girl said ( Read more... )

it makes me so sad the way anna's papa lumps around, napping all day, bored & confused. all last night, he kept offering me beer & chocolates, garbling some english about our broken television - something about putting a pot of soup on too. saratree is visiting me tomorrow. it was awhile ago that we lived in the woods by the pond, but it was the ( Read more... )

my mind feels broken & dry this afternoon & im pretty tired of talking like mother goose.

what a dirty morning, my eyelashes are crumpled. i wrote my sister a letter & copied down a few poems & made pancakes with strawberry bits inside the fluff. im reading too many tough books right now, but they make me feel full. sometimes this journal feels very friendly & im happy it's here.

but if the world was on fire & it was the great emergency -- the one that makes spooky movies & also swoony love stories -- & i had a boat built for two that propelled on lava, fire-proof & smoke-repellent, id sail away with you ! id cry & miss madalene & pray for mama & papa & some good people i know & hope james & kellen had a good dinner the ( Read more... )

awkward


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the new my morning jacket is just really good southern comfort rock. you know -- whiskey warm, in a tent, on a mountain, with the bears.

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my parents arent very proud of me & sometimes it makes me a little glum. i think im growing & living good; i like this town & i think this school is nice & neat. so shush, i could say to them. i think maybe if kellen hadnt pumped princeton blood through their brains & then maybe if james hadnt gotten their heads all jittery with penn, they would ( Read more... )

i am a little sad cos i was mean to my dad this morning.
i always worry, on such occasions, that an alien bomb might drop today & ill have been mean to my dad.