anna

leaving for boston in a few hours
ive gotten so used to only hearing his voice on the telephone that i am worried he may no longer exist in physical form
i cant wait to lie in bed and talk for hours and hours and hours...
please send positive energy my way, if at all possible (i am still nervous about the plane thing)

i wonder if perhaps i lose things when i no longer need them (though i generally dont know it at the time). if there is some enormous lost and found where everything ive ever lost is located, or if my mind simply decides, without informing me, that it no longer feels the need to project the object in my world. i dont even know if that makes sense, really. but i lose a lot of things. i lose things, i get lost, and i am always late.

i got in an accident, then i bought a pair of shoes, and i now i feel so much better about the whole accident thing.

looks as though you will all be seeing my nakedness again, sometime very soon. i am excited. these voyeuristic tendencies seem to cancel out any notion of modesty or dignity in my being. though im not sure they had much of a foothold to began with. i also have a really attractive farmers tan in these photos. but i hear there is a fetish for everything.

i have so much love in my life. sometimes i really dont know what to do with all of it. i suppose the best thing to do is to share. my cup runneth over.

ive been listening to 'little lark' by marissa nadler. over and over and over....



take care, dear ones.


ps. i found this photo of erin and i. it made me smile