I spent my entire Freshman summer vacation making hundreds of paper cranes. When I told my roommate this, she said (with a tad too much snark) “you did other stuff too, right?” I thought about it, and said “not really, no.” I’m still okay with that.
God I really can’t stand that 99 Red Balloons song.
I miss my sister.
Truth be told, I don’t really regret eloping in my red hooded sweatshirt.
Maybe if I lie really still in the grass all summer long and I let the weeds weave their growth around my legs and arms, I will be as beautiful as they are.
God I hope so.
I can’t believe that Prop 8 passed.
Seriously, WTF happened to all my dolls? I just woke up one day and they were gone. This is totally unacceptable. They’ve been motherless, half naked and sitting in a box somewhere for like 20 years now.
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