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i wish everyone could see how fat i am these days. fat and tan. you so wish you were me. fucking summertime. i have more fun than everyone else, constantly.

yours, amanda L. at 1:40 AM [+] | |



20050719

 

i spill salt almost every day. i've stopped checking to see who sees that, yes, i pluck at the tablecloth, avoiding certain catastrophe, while my right hand continues scooping plastic glasses and food-smeared plates into the bin.
i'm efficent and superstitious.

nathan and i bought a plastic pool which we filled and left in the front yard and when i can't think of anything to do i say, lets go chill in our pool. and this afternoon i broke out in hives for no reason and got to leave work early, because i had eaten benedryl. at home i offered nathan the benedryl so we could be on the same page, that is, retarded and sleepy. we tried to read books in the pool but it was too awkward and wet for reading. then we fell asleep for five hours. don't take benedryl as a recreational drug because it ruins your day.

what was i allergic to, i wonder?

yours, amanda L. at 2:10 AM [+] | |



20050711

 

squatter city.

yours, amanda L. at 11:57 AM [+] | |


 

we are challenging, us.
nathan and i wait for the gainsville people. leah et al. bizhan keeps riding off on his bike and i get fretful, wondering what is the best thing.
all i did at work yesterday was scurry back and forth across the restraunt, balancing and afixing and coddling, for four and one-half hours. then i biked home with seventy dollars in my pockets, and the sweat beaded allover my forehead; we took the car and the ocean was !!excellent! and the waves were complicated and in all directions and i wasn't scared to try to win them over for once, i have nerves of steel, steel! we exhausted ourselves and came home with the sunset, and then i sat down and sewed myself a shirt.
we're buying poppies off the internet.
sometimes i think what i need is a large friend (like a theoretical older sibling) to absolutely Sit on me, saying, you stay put. and i'd holler, get offa me i'm going to tell, get OFFA me. and they could say, no, no way. you need to stay put.

i want to meet the people who make staying still so compelling. and i want these people to win me over, so that i capsize myself against them and put down-payments on houses and take classes at the university.

yours, amanda L. at 11:45 AM [+] | |






1. i'm trying Haloscan.
2. and i want to marry Blogger.

anda gail lewis 2005. stop crying every day.

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