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design | host without you today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterdays dr. horton says i'm almost done with my braces. i know i won't wear them forever (do i?) but i can't actually imagine myself not wearing them. i mean- how would anyone recognize me? they'd look and look for the doughy girl-child with the amazing rack- and braceface would be nowhere to be found. yeah i was thinking lately they make me look imaature. so he was saying april. whatever. i still don't believe him. i sent someone a candy gram and i just now remembered i didn't put my name on it, but he's going to know it's me. i didn't put anything romantic or sappy- he'd just dismiss it and avoid me. i just put a little inside joke we share. what's he going to care anyway- he gets candy at the expense of my fifty cents and internal anguish. my new fish made a bubble nest in the fish bowl. i would stop talking about my various fish experiences, thinking, well, no one cares, but no one cares about any of this. miss hurff keeps going on and on about all of this algebra and i have to restrain myself from screaming and running from the room. i thought about it a lot lately and i don't think i could ever write for a living. it's just knowing your limits is all it is. guiutar's out too... i just feel so incompetant sometimes. i'm so tired. on so many levels. |