| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the writing on the wall was never meant for me There I was, on my way out of the Co-Op, clutching my bottle of organic carrot juice and my extra-large coffee--something, anything to quell the headache that's been creeping all morning -- when the voter signature boy stopped me. Tall. Dark hair. Sharp blue eyes. Day-old growth. A smile to slay me. Asked me to sign a gazillion forms. Complimented my scarf. Complimented my earrings. Smiled sweetly. I signed every petition. My head still hurts and, but even though I know it's all just political, I feel better. 2:18 pm - 06.03.06
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faraway, so close - 19.04.08 - 11:35 am a shaky sorta mellow - 17.04.08 - 2:04 pm the apple doesn't fall far from the tree (and i want to eat it) - 16.04.08 - 4:19 pm everyone says they know you - 15.04.08 - 12:53 pm in which i grade myself on a generous curve - 14.04.08 - 5:37 pm |
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