there's only one thing that's worse than dad being unkind and insensitive. And that is when he's stoned and touchy-feely. the night before last he pulled my bra-strap so it snapped against my back. it echoed like an M-16 in my head. when I turned around he pulled me in for a hug and started talking about a cake I had baked, like three years ago. his one hand was like a windshield wiper on my back. i was terrified that his hand would slide down, as if by accident.
i got my passport. i am buying a ticket to Berlin in the next few days.
was supposed to go to a house party with s, but she stood me up. that hurt, and not at all in proportion.
you're probably right, about needing to eat a bowl of rice and a mound of steamed vegies.
ReplyDeleteactually. you are right... but don't worry about me, i am not skinny. so, it's all brill!
besides, rice makes me unhappy.
am now orf to explore your bloggie a bit more.
ta rahh
:/
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