the stars are crossing, and so are our fingers tonight

the roar of the engine is calling to you...you'd better answer before it calls someone new... i can't even tell you how many times i've begun to write an entry between friday and now. i dunno what it is. sometimes when things are happening that are so maybe abstract, or intangible--or rather, so maybe utterly untouchable--when this, when that...words skimming life on the surface seem overly verbose, redundant, almost sterile. the radio is broken, she's singing the truth... and still now, i've been staring at the computer screen for minutes, just listening to the music, thinking about driving in the country and being afraid, being afraid of driving in the country in the dark and driving home in the snow. the stars are crossing as lovers' stars do...

to talk about skimming the surface...the betsey johnson dress i was selling on ebay went for 102$. !! so, so crazy...it really makes up for all the shit i sold for 1.99$. or even less. ...
...
...
...


......

more staring at the screen. my stomach has been not so well for about a week now, so i'm on the BRATTY diet, something you're supposed to put your child on to ease, uhm, bowel symptoms.

Bananas
Rice
Applesauce
Toast
Tea
Yogurt

ok, i kinda think it's so funny that i love it. so far, i haven't eaten enough and i'm starving. but i did stuff down a banana today, which was previously on the "hated foods" list.

i'm still moving. in about a month. it's really quite soon.