Sunday May 11, 2003

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sunday morning:

"all her friends know her so well, they've lost all their sympathy/ her old boyfriend's always hanging around, stealing her identity"
~X~

"all my things in boxes, and all my life
measured out.
my days counted, for the sake of counting.
thin smiles and the tension, the wearing through-
i can see
where i'm not wanted,
thank you very much."

sunday afternoon:

i am drinking coffee out of a smallish cup. which is good because it lasts longer- i always let it get cold, forget... like my friend thalia who will only drink half her coffee, even when you only fill the cup half-way...

i went to a crawfish boil yesterday, and got to swim- i forgot how good it feels. how much i love the water. and miss it- you use different muscles when you swim, and mine are out of practice i believe. kind of sore today from it, but it is summer now and perhaps i will have more swimming days to look forward to. smile

i am going to look at apartments all day tomorrow... wish me the fortitude to get through the day, trekking ion foot through the heat of the new orleans afternoon.
blackeyed
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ninjagrrl:
Mmm, swimming. The weather here has not been consistently warm enough to encorage swimming. But I would rather walk around in the Oregon rain than the south's heat. It's really humid heat, isn't it?

Good luck with your trek. Hope you don't run into any horrid landlords and that "the" apartment is near the top of the list to see.

(^ ^) ng
daem:
Good luck with the house.

do you suck the crawfish heads?

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