i'm so sick i'll probably be dead by morning.

love,
katie

saturday night and i'm sick. i finally got around to sewing those coin purses, though. i'm waiting for the water to boil so i can have tea before bed. my mom comes downstairs in her robe to get a popsicle for my step-dad and when she brings it back up i can hear him say "oh, i'm gonna kiss you all night"

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last night:
indian sweets
ice water
the adventures of sebastian cole

this morning:
oh my god the giant squid
"start walkin, folks"

today, to do:
pick up forms from new job
fill out rome application and freak out a little
look at pictures of the giant squid
go swimming in my one-piece
hand wash my funeral dress in the kitchen

i'm thinking like i'm 1 years old.

if you read this,
even if we do not speak often,
comment with one memory of me.
it can be anything you want,
good or bad.
just as long as it happened.
then post this on your livejournal.
see what other people remember about you.

i took a book to wrote down the things to remember.

fuck it, we'll see signs
airplane over orange grove
dra dra drivin
hearing alyssa laugh every time the trucks honked at our arm signal
casa de casa
pumpkin patch
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i can always count on allison to be in every time i want to drive around or get coffee at a million o'clock at night.
and i can always count on alyssa to lay on her back and hold me up like an airplane with her feet.

AND
well,
nobody likes a nagging nancy.

sometimes you've just got to drive down PCH watchin the lightning storm and cryin like a baby.

i've built you a house from some wide linen sheet and my arms held like a steeple up above us