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And I just end up feeling guilty/I don't know how many times I've told you/I don't know how I've ended up this way...

It's in these moments/that I feel/ trapped.


How odd. I had a perfectly delightful day. Drive to Philly avec ma famille to see plus de la famille, hanging out with She-ra (aka Spike) and dropping my ice cream in the parking lots w/cigarette butt stuck to it, picking off the down-side and eating some of the rest, playing tennis video games and meeting her adorably pedantic Judaic famille...No se. It was a good day.

And now I feel sad.
Spike of (unfounded) high hopes crashed -ie, said girl hasn't written in a couple days- mixed with a strange strange nostalgia for this past fall...Oh man. How can I be homesick when I'm at home? The back of my throat feels salty and empty, stretched taut...aka "That Groundless Anxious Sadness Feeling." Maybe I just needed to get out tonight instead of coming home from Ardmore and sitting about.

And after this, no more boring 'this was my day' entries. Fuck it. I will make them good again.

Date: 2004-07-06 05:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starfrosting.livejournal.com
oooh yeah, my nose!

I'll add it here in the comment:

While I was eating it off the ground/drinking water, Shira made me laugh and ice cream water came out my nose, spilling all over the sidewalk. I was hysterical and this was in front of the Wawa. teehee.

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