date: Thu, Nov 25, 2010 at 5:16 PM
subject Re: Re: Re: DM Partner and Registration Fee
Sounds better than my Thanksgiving. Went out last night. Drank drinks. Saw too many high school friends I didn't want to see. Drank drinks. Saw former babysitter curled up naked in the bathroom. Drank drinks. Blacked out. Woke up with puke all over my bed/face/clothing, etc, without my belongings. Apparently my mom came and picked me up at 3 in the morning. She won't look at me. So much for warm fuzzy family time.
I love you. Don't be sad. See you soon.
date: Thu, Nov 25, 2010 at 6:22 PM
subject Re: Re: Re: Re: DM Partner and Registration Fee
I spent an hour during thanksgiving in my room googling "why am i so sad," "what makes people sad," "what do you do if you like someone who doesn't like you." Then I fell asleep until my mom woke me up. I think if I go out I will repeat the sequence you describe. Let's move to grand marais and write poetry. Let's get addicted to black coffee and words and ice (the frozen water kind, not cocaine). Let's move to New York City and become intoxicated with the buildings until we're numb and dumb and move back to our roots. Let's dye our hair, let's ink our skin, let's make imprints on our hearts we'll keep for the rest of our lives. Let's learn to make our own paper with recycled scraps. Let's find new paths in the woods. Let's eat wild berries. Let's play in the snow with icee sticks and let's forget about falling in love until we do. Let's find new things to be thankful for like not having webbed toes and the fact that there are many colors but not too many and the fact that we believe the illusion of individuals and of life and of death. Let's sip brightly colored things through straws and practice telling lies until we are professors of truth. Let's dance in our sleep.
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