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Friday, January 21, 2005

there was a dream last night with the restaurant we went up to the balcony and I balanced on the parasol, spying on them they couldn't sense me through the lattice. a journey and a broken heart you left me in the ocean ripped it apart and stole the crabs away with their half-shells. marty in my bedroom wearing pink and sipping at a saucer of crab stew the color of cream. I'm not sure what I missed but I woke up lonely.


psychology keeps asking what love is and how we can be sure. I feel so bad, he still gets teased in highschool.


I could never figure out the villian on scooby-doo. blind guessing and not even once.




false alarm!


ash @ 7:05 PM