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do you realize how awesome it is for me that all the boys in my hall are hot for Bossa Nova?
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bikestitch

I made this for Louie. I bought Ali a shirt from the thrift store that says "77: seventies funk" in those dorky fuzzy iron-on letters.

saying bye-bye to Rosendale?

boop boop badoop.
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geometrica
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Morgan was a slice of peach pie served with an extra scoop of cinnamon ice cream. New York has been weeping all over me since we parted, today being the first respite of blue in awhile. Rosendale is cool gusts of hot wet floral air. The rail trail is even more chocolate-pudding-licious now, and I was to be caked with it today but for a broken bike chain. But of course I made cardboard fairyhouses instead because, duh, that's what I do. Seriously though, Morgan, my post-hostess etiquette is atrocious. I mean to call you and tell you that Louie is in love with you but I just did so I'll have to think of knew things to tell you but you are probably tired of my dork-voice for the time being anyway.

Also: shoot, guys... I guess I'm going to college?
Current Mood:
alright, alright, alright
Current Music:
hazards of love
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my life
Current Music:
the dark—woods
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Photo 40
the new glasses, new hair, marlene on the wall, and that mark you can barely see that shall henceforth be known as the tea stain.
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Hello, old friend. It's been just a bit. But as for a brief update: plans are manifesting as concretely as my wobbly immature capriciousness will allow; I butchered my hair in a frenzy of self-consciousness—I think I will dye it copper; all I want to do is watch Pete & Pete; tonight I walked home from a bellyful of root beer float listening to Changes, and damn, that's my life.
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Yesterday I was so miserable for no reason that I shut myself in Donna's bathroom and cried, but she finally noticed and was really sweet and made me coffee which is what I really needed. But today was sososososo much better. I went over to Aja and Eve's at 9 this morning with a bag of rhinestones and glitter and brickabrack and lil' girlfriend and I made a batch of fantastic easter eggs. Such a comfortable atmosphere of frantic crafting warms me to the core. We also hunted for fairies in the lightly flaking snow and ate macaroni and cheese while watching Jackie tap dance and had a mermaid drawing contest.

Afterwards I had avocado toast and two cups of coffee and a slice of Billie Holiday chocolate birthday cake at The Market. It tasted exactly the way she sings, which I know for a fact since Mike put on a Lady Day song just after I ordered. "I feel like I'm experiencing synesthesia!" I called from across the room. "That's fantastic! What's synesthesia?" was his reply. I ordered more coffee as an excuse to stick around and peered over my book as he tried to put together a mix of songs he thought I'd enjoy. I love love love boys who flirt with music. Especially when they do it well. I gave him one of the two eggs I kept: purple with an image of Elvis crowned with gold glitter and surrounded by puffy clouds. Jesus Elvis.

edit-- Knowing how zany Dan McCormack is (blonde curly wigs, baby doll limbs peeking out of his pockets, asking the models routinely to scream as loud as possible...) I brought a box of sparklers as a prop for long exposures. The class went gaga- until we set off the fire alarm and I had to wait outside in my robe for the fire department to come. hafgsajdhfdshfgsf.
Current Music:
WITH MY LIGHTNIN' BOLTS A GLOWIN' I CAN SEE WHERE I AM GOIN'
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blossomdearie
"Blossom Dearie's voice, critic Whitney Balliett once wrote, would scarcely reach the second story of a doll house. But that has never stopped her from swinging like mad."
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