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[aslant]

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standing in his doorway.

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love at home.

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us being portraity. the photo we gave to his parents.

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the diner where i had cream gravy for the first time ever, and we played motherfucking settlers of catan.

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roadtrip / the way there.


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what i saw (kirk as driver).

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what i saw (kirk as passenger).

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what i saw (eric as driver).

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hour five or six? kirk and eric begin to sing & make obscure jokes, most of which are repeated in king of the hill accents. we eat canadian crack, aka clodhoppers. we laugh ourselves silly.




all coherence of narrative is lost. they continue to tell me, cruelly, "just about another hour." i watch the odometer click past hundreds more miles.

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odd but true #1.

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odd but true #2.

Comments

[tree]

hee :)
beautifulness. i am vicariously happy.

[lonelypainter.livejournal.com]

you are beautiful,
he is beautiful,
and these are lovely and fun.

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[aslant.livejournal.com]

thank you :)

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[aslant.livejournal.com]

aw. thank you so much :)

heh. i think i am still crakked out from the whole roadtripness. total hours = (7 + 7 to west texas and back again) + (2 to the airport) + (4.5 + 2 in the air)...

& now i must sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

[ex-uniformgr301.livejournal.com]

these photos are amazing. i especially love the one of you peaking through the carseat. welcome back, jesse. i've really missed you.

great to see that face of yours, as well. it's such a comfort.

i love you.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_______nuncora/]

beautiful.

[glimmerkirk.livejournal.com]

yaaay! :) i love you! i love us! we're so pritty :)

soon, love, soon....

[souvenant.livejournal.com]

[ you are loveliness personified, dearest j. so very, very pretty. ]

xo.

[aslant.livejournal.com]

hey hey hey,

are you online? come on aim?
(i'm glad you liked the pictures!)
xo.

[aslant.livejournal.com]

xo!

isn't it funny how close it all still seems? i feel like we're still standing together in the fields.

love.

[nevers.livejournal.com]

ohh, i love these. you're beautiful. i love the picture of you at the diner -- the yellow hair, rosy cheeks, crimson sweater. and the in the portrait of the two of you, your face is positively renaissance-angelic.

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[aslant.livejournal.com]

thank you, m :) i was happy with how the diner shots turned out, too. and renaissance-angelic? i blush. quite a high compliment - thank you so much.

[aslant.livejournal.com]

a new name, a new evolution, i see. (this is, what...5? 6?) i added you :)

missed you, too. love.
xo.

[aslant.livejournal.com]

many thanks :)

[mordicai.livejournal.com]

GET A HAIRCUT.

[aslant.livejournal.com]

hey!

i told him to grow it out, so there.

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[nevers.livejournal.com]

you are welcome. i think it's the serenity, the half smile, the curl of hair.

[mordicai.livejournal.com]

! thats what jenny does to me. & i'm always like "I NEED A GOD DAMN HAIRCUT."

[ricecricket.livejournal.com]

there's a rockdale in texas?
ah, jesus.

that's where i came from in georgia.
i thought i had gotten away from that sodom & gomorrah!

[kleinekatze.livejournal.com]

ah jesse, i think you had a better time in texas than i could have had in five weeks in canada. o i am jealous.

rumors of a trip home for chirstmas? i'd love to see you again...i could use a bit of a jesse visit right about now.

love you much,
katie

[aslant.livejournal.com]

rumors also have it that tickets are five fucking hundred dollars, if you can believe that. i am so sick of thinking back to those beautiful pre-bubble-burst days when tickets were so cheap i could count on peak season travel being easily less than $200. it just makes me want to cry.

i told mom if i didn't come home for christmas i would kill myself. she said, grandma called looking for me at 7:30am on thanksgiving. what the fuck? i said mom, no really. i have to come home. she sounded so ambiguous. but i think she was just distracted - her & josh were waiting for their gate to be called in vancouver...

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[ex-uniformgr301.livejournal.com]

ha ha. you know me, always on the go. i can never escape my intense need to be always moving, always changing, never in the same place. no matter where i am, i'm always somewhere else.

cheers to that, hey? :P

[kleinekatze.livejournal.com]

when i talked to mom and pop two nights ago they were talking about helping you with your plane ticket...and they didn't sound ambiguous about it at all. dad mentioned you coming home and mom said well, we'll going to have to help her with her ticket, but i think she'll be here. i dunno if that's what you wanted to hear, but there ya go.

yes, grandma c called on thanksgiving morning at 730 asking me if i knew where you were. i told her you were with kirk in texas and she said she figured as much.

xo

buy my love.

[aslant.livejournal.com]

well, originally they had offered to pay for the whole thing. only once we found out how expensive it was, they said, oh, we don't know, we can't afford that, and in desperation i said, okay, we'll split it then. even though i can't really afford that expense. i think their thought is that if i really wanted to prioritize going home for xmas, i would not have spent money going down to visit kirk (even if they would never in a million years say that out loud).

blah. i know i don't communicate very well with mom and dad sometimes about my financial situation or whatever, but it still stuns me how out-of-touch they can be with everything.

everyone is just so distracted this time of year with so much stuff and finances are always tight and i hate how that results in christmas vacation being this weirdly stressful time. i mean, as if canadian thanksgiving and american thanksgiving are not stressful enough already. the older we kids get and the more spread out across the country we become, the more stressful the holidays become. even if we're not fighting about anything, it becomes a monumental struggle to even get people in the same time zone on the same day. i mean, fuck. i'm flying red-eye both ways in order to come home.

all i want for christmas is a winning lotto ticket. or a digital camera with zoom. i was going to ask mom and dad for one, since dad loves shopping for cool stuff like that, but i get the feeling that the plane ticket is all i can hope for. i hate feeling shut out. it's nice to grow up and be independent and all, but it also fucking sucks.

i'm going to fix up my amazon wishlist and send it to you. would you do the sisterly thing and casually send the link to mom and dad? just in case they feel like being generous...

christ i'm such a terrible daughter.