10 january 2000 | back | archive | forward

and last night he twirled me.

i wanted to say, "you dear sweet boy, do you realize how old i am?" but he kept smiling at me and grabbing my hand and twirling me, 'round and 'round. so i let him.

what's the harm, after all, i thought, in feeling pretty?

he even knew that brown-eyed girl is my song.

i have been very bad returning e-mail.

pretty illustrations by some shy girl.

squeaky laughter that made me want to vomit. oh i am so bad, but god.

i wish i was going to the philippines with my parents tomorrow. i miss my grandparents and cousins like crazy.

blah blah blah e-mail blah blah guestbook blah.