do sneak cigarettes late at night

they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

a short history re: ninth grade + Sept 24. 2003 = 3:31 p.m.

it is fall. i do not go to school. i report to a job every day instead. it is chilly & sunny here & it reminds me of 9th grade biology class. steel stools & long black tables. ben murphy with his crazy black hair and fondness for eyeliner. (he also liked to use my friend heidi's yellow hair as a microphone. he would tap her head & yell: testing! testing! 1, 2, 3! then he would sing/yell: shout! shout! shout at the devil. mmm, those were some fine days.) so yes, biology and our teacher, mr. lussier, looked like hitler and had melt downs in class. he would cry while we would continue to prick our fingers with the supplied needles.

ran into my sister's highschool boyfriend today. he called off is wedding two weeks before it was set to take place in a swanky berkshire setting. he said he missed listening to music with me. he said: i want to drive around & listen to music with you again.

the last time we drove around and listened music i was 12 & then 14 & then 18 years old.

very strange, this.

am sending lots of love to two people. one, has lost a mother. one, has lost a father. the facts hurt, pulse like a warm pain in stomach.

yours, mew mew..........

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