novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- save the cookies from dad i am thankful for being sick enough to bail out on painful family functions. while mom, dad and w battled my surgically altered, newly-tiny, alcoholic child-abandoning aunts and my surgically altered, always-tiny, alcoholic cousins, i filed my nails for the first time ever and watched a harrison ford movie marathon in our water damaged living room. everything my parents own is shoved into the middle of the room; i sat on a recliner on top of the pool table and watched indy leap from an airplane and threaten snakes with fire. then greg came over and we ate potato soup. i think harrison ford is hot. does that make me less gay? vicoden makes everything slip away and occaisionally you fall asleep, no matter where you are. so far i have passed out in cars, on stairs, in bathrooms. petitioning an hmo to take out tonsils that obviously WANT OUT takes time. until this semester ends i have to wiggle between constant trilling pains or unconsciousness. tomorrow is my birthday. 4 pm - 11.24.2000 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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