Alors. Things have become so heartbreakingly normal, around here.
My only consolation is listening to KCRW in the mornings when I am late for another class.
Sometimes, if I am lucky, the music shakes up a sweet, effervescent bubbling just below my lungs
and I float, mes amis. I float.
Have recently resolved not to buy any makeup until I've used up all my old ones. !
I went to MAC to buy a substantial number of items, and after that it's been hard to bat off
the temptation to buy more.
It is, after all, MAC. Thank goodness the only thing I have from NARS is the
Laguna/Orgasm stuff or I may just be in debt.
I have a lot of dreams, unwarranted, mind, about the other one. I normally never dream about
boys I'm dating or who I like.
Granted I dream a lot about Memo, too. But the conversations, the feelings, the overwhelming
sense of reality, never approaches the kinds of dreams I have about the other.
These feelings, though I fight, are so consumptive I break into pieces when he comes near me.
I just want to be happy with one person, someone who is, enfin, right for me.
That boy is not right for me. But oh! Should he lay his head across my lap once more
I shall faint.
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