i miss you (you = a lot of people, everyone ever)

I wish all of us would write without the knowledge that someone else will be reading what we write. I wish we could fearlessly write. Exquisite corpses.

Why does the word "corpse" scare me? Skeletons used to scare me. They still kind of do. I don't want to go into why they scare me because it will scare me, but I will just let you know that it is a really weird (but not scary) story-- that eventually turned scary.

Tonight I went to the Animal Alliance Club movie/fundraiser. We watched Behind the Mask and raised $531. My sister and I went to the bookstore tonight. I bought The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke and Tricycle: The Buddhist Review. It's a magazine. About muscles and cars. Psych. It's about Buddhism. I almost bought the Poets & Writers magazine, but it stressed me out too much.

Writing stresses me out.

But it is also the only thing I can do. I suppose that's why it stresses me out.

My sister and I helped make posters tonight for the campaign. It was so nice of her to let me drag her along. She was a gem.

I absolutely forgot that my name backwards is "gem" until I was reminded about it ever so cutely the other day.

I am a gem.

I drank Egyptian licorice tea tonight instead of stuffing my face and then having to spend two hours at the gym. I am surprised at myself.

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.