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last glass...dusty buckets...parched e-lips...sponge...drip...drop
2003-01-09 - 8:30 a.m.: ancient faucet drippings there's something thrilling about sleeping on a layer of air. it's colder and it's not a bed, and it could pop at any second. this is the cleanest my apartment will ever be, but not the nicest. isn't it great how that works out? i'll be back to writing daily-esque soon enough... just have to get some things sorted out. p.s. i am NOT in north carolina. OR europe. or anywhere even remotely interesting. :( on the OUTSIDE. :) bye! |