we rode bikes to the ocean, and the tide was out, and so the beach itself stretched on and on like a desert, and the water itself was low so you had to swim and swim to get to the waves. and everything glittered crazily. we had bought rum at the store, everything is so sun bleached, and when we were laying on the sand you couldn't help thinking about being stuck fast to the side of the earth by way of physics, and i had the sand pushing on one side and the sun shoving me down on the other. and everything shone and pulsed. i have a good wolflike friend here and we cackle and draw up plans of action
1. the line this job is getting you nowhere. so why don't you quit right now and come to the beach with me
2. homemade alcohol
3. ghost tag club, where we gather at the fort around midnight to play chasing games. wearing sheets with eyeholes cut out. (you'd have to first have an idea of the "ghost tour" culture in this city to understand the brilliance of this idea)
4. dragging our selves across the street for fried foods and beers.
there are tiny shells stuck allover my legs. i am permanently pleased with my life and its direction.
we watch the movie can't hardly wait
we watch the movie downtown 81
there are things i want to take home from both of these.
then:
last night we sat on the stoop and across the street a boy was dragging a large, flat square of wood down the road.
kevin joe. what are you up to.
joe (looks doubtfully at the wood) i'm doing some building.
kevin are you wasted?
joe yeah.
kevin so what are you up to?
joe i'm going to go slide down my staircase on this piece of wood.
kevin and anda, simutaneously oh man---can we---hey, hold up a second!
the wood has been dumpstered from behind the punk video store. when joe flips it over, we realize it says YEA RIGHT in bubbly lettered spraypaint. hey, i made this says kevin. and everyone breaks up laughing, and then everyone collapses onto the living room. "i've had an impeccable day." "me too." that night my dreams were about rollercoasters.
yours, amanda L. at 10:58 AM [+]
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1. i'm trying Haloscan.
2. and i want to marry Blogger.
anda gail lewis 2005. stop crying every day.
