Haha.
I've decided, I need to filter this thing a bit more. Let's talk about pleasantries. If any occur to me.
I've been handwriting the shit out of a new, tangible journal. Easily set on fire. So, let me be self-indulgent and obsessive compulsive far away from the internet.
Kayla got into a car accident this afternoon. No injuries.
I made fun of her. This was mean, I am mean. My only driving mishap, before moving to new york and pledging my allegiance to public transportation, was in my own driveway.
It was some Rosa family gathering, there were at least...20 cars belonging to assorted family members in my father's long, winding driveway.
I honestly must have made about 15 maneuvers so as NOT to hit anyone's car. When I finally thought I was in the clear, triumphantly moving forward, I completely fucked up my cousin Manny's bumper.
I had to walk back into the house, announce to 30+ family members that I had hit someone's car, all of the men followed me out to make sure it wasn't theirs...
My father was LIVID. My cousin Michael consoled me. It wasn't so bad.
Kayla seems to think that she is a far superior driver. Now the car is totaled.
So, I win.
Getting to the Hamptons for a last reckless hurrah before school starts is going to be a bitch.
Last night, Danielle came to visit! I've known Danielle for 12 years, which is more than half my life. I feel old. We also realized that she TOO was at the Bowery Poetry Club for my17th (if not 18th?) birthday. High school feels a millions years away.
My 21st birthday is Theater of Fools night. I'm going to make a huge deal out of this.
I'm getting on the pill. Not because I am looking to engage in lots of unprotected sex, or any sex, for that matter. My skin's been atrocious, my period unreliable, and my smoking habits increasingly vile. I'll have to cut down, at the very least. If I get fat, well, it's a good thing I've lost a bit of weight due to unprecedented post-adolescent depression and unrequited love.
I'm still nonsensically puzzled and a little disgusted by these biological processes.
Someone put a clamp in me.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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