family gripes, fear of airplanes, multiple eye injuries and OCD central
Thursday, September 11, 2003
i woke up this morning with a huge sheet crease on my face, traveling right over my mouth and onto my neck. chris woke up and said, "i love you, scarface." it was the best first sentence of the day ever. i felt like a real pirate.
the library rules my life and time. my asthma keeps me from doing all the smoking i would like to do. "chumming for sharks" is my favorite phrase. my mother and i got divorces within a month of each other. she does not like my tattoos. my dad used to dig graves for a living- his philosophy on his career is 'you have to find something that you love to do. i love to put people in the ground.' i call my stomach my 'snooter.' i have a deep affection for sleeping bags, yet find camping off-putting. i am not a people/morning person. dead dog stories make me cry. dead people stories make me want to read more dead people stories. it all adds up to the kind of alienation that money can't buy.
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