okay, i'm going to write more than two sentences now: Dec. 29, 2003 (2:42 pm)

the other night i sat between two boys who cried when they recieved video game systems as children. we're old enough to talk about our childhoods and stay up late enough to catch santa clause. i've been feeling younger than i like feeling: driving home from shows thinking that our bodies curving around each other mean more than a crowded room and sitting three across in a backseat waiting for the big boys to buy themselves beer while we lock the doors so robbers don't steal us.

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