the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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7:13 p.m. + 2005-08-29 = liz can have her loveletters and sodas; i want popsicles and a lackey.

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still sick.

though, now i remember what boyfriends are for...

bringing sick-me whole-fruit popsicles and ingedients to make soups. and reading james thurber to me in bed. and saying, 'i don't care" after i say, "you don't want to get sick," after he kisses my cheek.

or something like that....
the picture in my mind is lot less mushy than that of those words-just-now.

point is, someone should be going to the store FOR me. you know damn well i'm just going to end up buying everything i've felt like watching for the past 3weeks since i'm in no state to make any decisions.

but.
alas.
woe is me.
here i go to target.


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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far

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