novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- blah. i think i am cursed. tonsilitis for the third time in six weeks. all i can eat are frozen things or bubbly liquids. i bought a lime ice bar with my credit card at the student store; it tasted like salt. i took three bites before throwing it away. wince, swallow, soothe, aftertaste wince. i'll probably have to get my tonsils out the day before my birthday. i am always disappointed in my birthdays. i had a couple fun ones when i was small; slumber parties with giant sized pizzas and dad would borrow the limo from work to cart a dozen nine year old screamers up and down ventura's steepest streets. i think that was my last party. abrubt. when i was seventeen mark and april gave me a working stoplight that they stole off a construction site in oakland. i think that was my best gift ever, even though they only gave me it because they were sick of it. i sold it for twenty bucks at a garage sale a few summers back. and i am bad at giving people gifts in time with their birthdays; i find the right thing months too late or early to coincide with any event, so i just give small gifts that have no real meaning attached to days. what is a birthday, anyway? something that you're doomed to remember even if everyone else forgets. 12:49 pm - 11.22.2000 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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