Monday, April 21, 2003
I AM FANCY -- la di da
"writing is your best talent. so you would waste it, if you didn't use it."
~my mother
airports make me sad. i don't think of it as going somewhere new, i think of it as leaving something behind. regardless, good things come from long plane rides. distance becomes something of the past and everything is within arm's reach. just imagine: cramped seats, small meals, turbelance, crying babies, dan, baggage claims, terminal a b c d, security check, etc.
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anxious. i think i'm late but actually just in time. you appear down the stairs just how i imagined. just taller. and less nerdy. and not clumsy. and all those bad things i was imagining so things could be easier. you are there and immediately, we small hug and wait for the #22 subway shuttle. wait wait wait. small talk. i want to kiss you the moment i set eyes on you. i hold it in.
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new room smell hung like a fake paper pine tree. just for you. patience your virtue. that kiss on the stairs. in the elevator. all those better than could have been imagined. REALITY. knock knock knock. i want to knock you over and be consumed but i play dumb or maybe smart. newbury street and bitter winds. warming -- hugs. kisses. hands on my thighs, on my stomach -- "i'm finding all your cold spots." i like it.
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"the sleeping together is better." and the reading. and the walking. and the trips to the dining hall. and naps inbetween class. and mornings. and staying in. listening to The Postal Service and singing "Sleeping In" together. the ultimate uno challenge -- one day, i will come back. x-tra long twin size mattress our couch, our table, our bed. sharing has never been nicer. ssshhhh...
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movie theater hand holding. stolen glances -- over and over, trying to soak it in before it was gone. the last night was the hardest or maybe it was the second. a realization in the Public Garden -- only two more nights? my room feels so big now, when before it was cramped. all the things in boston that were old, you made new again. you brought the tape and there's something i like about music on repeat. over and over and over. i don't get sick of you. i could go on forever.
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Blue Line -- Maverick, State, Aquarium, Government Center -- I try and concentrate on everything else. i stiffle cries into my cordoroy sleeve.
Green Line -- Government Center, Park, Boylston -- breakfast at 11 and cinnamon poptarts.
i miss you already but that started after the last kiss.
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Distraction.
Keep on Your Mean Side -- The Kills
music. the only way out.
¶ 3:40 PM
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"writing is your best talent. so you would waste it, if you didn't use it."
~my mother
airports make me sad. i don't think of it as going somewhere new, i think of it as leaving something behind. regardless, good things come from long plane rides. distance becomes something of the past and everything is within arm's reach. just imagine: cramped seats, small meals, turbelance, crying babies, dan, baggage claims, terminal a b c d, security check, etc.
++++++++++++++++++++
anxious. i think i'm late but actually just in time. you appear down the stairs just how i imagined. just taller. and less nerdy. and not clumsy. and all those bad things i was imagining so things could be easier. you are there and immediately, we small hug and wait for the #22 subway shuttle. wait wait wait. small talk. i want to kiss you the moment i set eyes on you. i hold it in.
++++++++++++++++++++
new room smell hung like a fake paper pine tree. just for you. patience your virtue. that kiss on the stairs. in the elevator. all those better than could have been imagined. REALITY. knock knock knock. i want to knock you over and be consumed but i play dumb or maybe smart. newbury street and bitter winds. warming -- hugs. kisses. hands on my thighs, on my stomach -- "i'm finding all your cold spots." i like it.
++++++++++++++++++++
"the sleeping together is better." and the reading. and the walking. and the trips to the dining hall. and naps inbetween class. and mornings. and staying in. listening to The Postal Service and singing "Sleeping In" together. the ultimate uno challenge -- one day, i will come back. x-tra long twin size mattress our couch, our table, our bed. sharing has never been nicer. ssshhhh...
+++++++++++++++++++
movie theater hand holding. stolen glances -- over and over, trying to soak it in before it was gone. the last night was the hardest or maybe it was the second. a realization in the Public Garden -- only two more nights? my room feels so big now, when before it was cramped. all the things in boston that were old, you made new again. you brought the tape and there's something i like about music on repeat. over and over and over. i don't get sick of you. i could go on forever.
+++++++++++++++++++
Blue Line -- Maverick, State, Aquarium, Government Center -- I try and concentrate on everything else. i stiffle cries into my cordoroy sleeve.
Green Line -- Government Center, Park, Boylston -- breakfast at 11 and cinnamon poptarts.
i miss you already but that started after the last kiss.
+++++++++++++++++++
Distraction.
Keep on Your Mean Side -- The Kills
music. the only way out.
¶ 3:40 PM
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