2002-08-27
5:03 p.m.
under my skin
Dear dear, this is ridiculous. Utterly silly. I am not like this anymore, have we not established that? And I don't CARE about this sort of thing, we HAVE established that. I'm sensible, my blood runs calmly through my nice, healthy veins. I wouldn't want it any other way. I wouldn't want it any other way. It took an hour driving up and down Yonge Street to find a beer store, and we lugged in two blue boxes full of empties. My sister's moving home, just as I move away again. The other sister's pregnancy is coming along well, midnight vomiting aside. I'm far from the love I had all summer, in time and priority if not kilometres, yet. I hope that these are all part of the reason I'm being so giddy and stupid. I like to focus on the thing I have the least control over as an excuse to ignore the things I can do. I WANT THIS OUT OF MY HEAD.
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