it is the rage. it is the rage.
Jul. 20th, 2001 09:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantwritten on the sidewalk last night:
if only jesus saves
that made me laugh. and seeing that after getting so many groceries my arms almost fell off carrying them home. so much food. so very much food in the cupboard. the grocery checker was the redheaded girl i remembered. her hair falls in her eyes all the time. she wears a lot of punk bracelets, i could see she was wearing a wifebeater under her oxford shirt. punk soul and a grocer's exterior shell. on her left wrist i could not help but see an old faded hoodie cuff, separated from its hoodie. dark forest green. i could not help but think it was there to hide scars.
last night i dreamt of jr but cannot remember a thing, although i stared into the shower trying to remember with all my might. also dreamt of giving an audition for gabrielle, but i had nothing memorized. i tried to think something up, but i knew i wouldn't fool her, so i did something very short and she was disappointed.
also i dreamt of long complicated family reunions/orphanages involving my sister (when younger) and i. swimming pools, picture frames, presents. all very confusing and unstable. i was much younger in this dream.
in a cramped frenzy last night i scrubbed the kitchen clean, even got into the mucky dish racks with an old toothbrush. they were so disgusting. when i finished i was lightheaded from all the 409 and had to lie down for a while, and everything was so clean around me that it made me feel utterly lonely. i missed r very much but couldn't pick up the phone. it's not the same. i wished she were there. meanwhile carrie arrives today, everything is ready. i'm only staying here until noon.
i'm still waiting for leah's letter. damn the slow mails.
if only jesus saves
that made me laugh. and seeing that after getting so many groceries my arms almost fell off carrying them home. so much food. so very much food in the cupboard. the grocery checker was the redheaded girl i remembered. her hair falls in her eyes all the time. she wears a lot of punk bracelets, i could see she was wearing a wifebeater under her oxford shirt. punk soul and a grocer's exterior shell. on her left wrist i could not help but see an old faded hoodie cuff, separated from its hoodie. dark forest green. i could not help but think it was there to hide scars.
last night i dreamt of jr but cannot remember a thing, although i stared into the shower trying to remember with all my might. also dreamt of giving an audition for gabrielle, but i had nothing memorized. i tried to think something up, but i knew i wouldn't fool her, so i did something very short and she was disappointed.
also i dreamt of long complicated family reunions/orphanages involving my sister (when younger) and i. swimming pools, picture frames, presents. all very confusing and unstable. i was much younger in this dream.
in a cramped frenzy last night i scrubbed the kitchen clean, even got into the mucky dish racks with an old toothbrush. they were so disgusting. when i finished i was lightheaded from all the 409 and had to lie down for a while, and everything was so clean around me that it made me feel utterly lonely. i missed r very much but couldn't pick up the phone. it's not the same. i wished she were there. meanwhile carrie arrives today, everything is ready. i'm only staying here until noon.
i'm still waiting for leah's letter. damn the slow mails.
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wheeee
Date: 2001-07-21 11:34 pm (UTC)well, i'm going to write you an email now, i love you! (it just occured to me that you're not going to read this until monday, eh, what the hell.)
love,
kate