they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

Number 12 in a circle on the back of his shoes. + 1st January. 2003 = 2:23 p.m.

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Boyfriend's brown sweatshirt w/ the duct tape covering the name brand logo smells like Bowling Alley. He managed to rack up seven strikes in four games. My measly total: two. Okay, one. Grrr. But much fun was had watching him nearly keel over as he waited to see if his ball was going to make it all the way down the lane.

Afternoon spent gathering Dinner Ingredients. Pound of chocolate for a cake. Chives & garlic & olive oil for chicken. Limes for drinks. Champagne. 70's house all to ourselves. Good for the watching of old Soprano episodes & for the listening of old records on the Portable Machine.

Pre-midnight & we walk eerily lit roads. Warm & the snow is melting. At midnight we can hear church bells ringing. How idyllic. All of it so __unbearably__ charming.

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