2002-12-15
7:32 p.m.
life is short, but life is fat
I'm here, safe, glowing to be back inside this house, my family's last 22 years. the flight was funny, especially when my backpack was searched and I was acting all nonchalant because I knew nothing bad was in it, and then they found a boxcutter. oops. no, really, I have no idea why that's still in there. no, no, just throw it out, I have tonnes. I mean, for school. I mean, I'm sorry. oh hell. * the problem with feeling swept away by something you have no control over is the part when you really, really need to control it. I know exactly where I want this to be, deeper inside and laid next to me forever, but I don't know how to pull it down here. I need help, hands, guidance, truth, reciprocation. * I am so, so happy to be home. and this is another rich dessert
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