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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.

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    • Monday, January 19, 2009 2:22 PM

    fix

    It's the day after. One day past and it's still as real as it was when it happened.

    I've gone from scrutinizing to find for a reason to trivializing it with humor. Back and forth, over and again; in my head and out loud in typed words. When you come down to it, I don't even know if this reason that I've been feeding on is real. It's substantial enough to stand on its own but, 'but' (s) are always lurking in between walls to whisper doubts.

    Well, it's not very important but it is. It very well could be forgotten but it's not.
    In fact its floating around in Trebuchet font size 20 with silver trimmings tailing it.

    This morning's jog was supposed to clear the mind and blare The Album Leaf into every empty corner but the play bites and clawing of an excited stray turned me around after two rounds. Parentals are insistent that needles will provide the best help but I'm thinking my immune system will do a better job.
    But that hypothesis has not been through rigorous experimental procedures so if I run around you in circles, you know why.

    Hunger after a semi-jog is a funny thing. It can go dormant after a few gulps of water, only surfacing at select moments while the apple crumble was being thrown together (i.e. apple chopping, apple boiling, flour crumbling).

    This was a greenappleholic's dream breakfast (or brunch, if we're going for accuracy).

    And soon after there was another try with 'egg whites whipped to medium peaks' simply because the oven was still hot. But that couldn't quite stand up to the apple crumble.

    Now, I'm off to hurt four fingers on my left hand, all for the grand goal of 'transitioning smoothly'.

    I can look you in the eye and say nothing is a problem. But I'll rush right through and not register it when I tell you that my heart and mind are not thinking.

    =)


    minx wrote at2:22 PM
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