Today I make cookies and press my dress pants for work tomorrow. It is a rum and apple cider kind of evening outside, even though I am inside. I am wearing a new lotion and it is irritating my nose. I eat about two-hundred calories five times today and do yoga with Jack.
He is awkward in the same way that “awkward” is spelled awkwardly. After me, he dates a girl who is better than me because she is older, taller, and has longer hair and tells me so in an email on MySpace. I know it is also because she has bigger lips and his virginity.
I sometimes forget who I go to school with because I have pretend conversations with Leo Tolstoy. I skip school a lot. I lie and tell people I am celebrating a Jewish holiday or that I have cancer.
I never mean to hurt him; he just makes it very easy. I am unsure if I love him, but he shows me the difference between love and sex. I enjoy our rides to Johnson’s Falls in his big, blue, Buick. I like wearing his thermals to bed. He is the subject of the only photograph I have ever taken with out my camera.
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