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"I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely; I am so much better than I used to be"

this girl & nothing more
9 May 1983
I am not Tinkerbell. But I am always the friend, never the girlfriend, just like my namesake.

I am my own pixie-princess.

If it is my choice for dinner I always choose Japanese and order sushi. Tekka Don. Sometimes I also like Udon noodles or Tempura. And nothing is better than Miso Soup.

I like to wear jeans that love my body and skirts that twirl when I do. I have closets full of clothes and wear the same things over and over again.

I am twenty-five.

Sometimes I want to move to the Netherlands because no other place has ever made me feel so good. My theory on why that is rests somewhere between the Van Gogh museum and all the bicycles.

I teach history to high schoolers. History is my favorite. It makes me weak in the knees.

Nothing pleases me more than lying belly-down in the grass overlooking some body of water. Even a puddle will do when I'm desperate, but the ocean is best. I grew up in Missouri and upon moving to Boston, I was appalled that I had survived so long without The Ocean close at hand.

I have a little sister who has better taste in music and a keener fashion sensibility than I do. But I'm older so it all evens out in the end.

I really want to be the sort of girl who is always wearing sweet, small necklaces that compliment her eyes and her clothes. I'm not, though, I'm too forgetful and I never know what matches. Instead I am the kind of girl who clink-y bangle bracelets and messy ponytails. And my nail polish is always chipped, but I forgive myself.

I'm a diehard Red Sox fan, but I'll watch any baseball anywhere. Even if that means heading to a Yankees game while in New York.

I'm a survivor. All of my hospital bracelets have fallen off, but I still have scars.

I will never be Jack Kerouac.

I read books faster than anyone else I know. I devour Jonathan Franzen, Tom Wolfe, Francesca Lia Block, Brett Easton Ellis and Madeline L'Engel like a starving person who has just been given food.

My favorite color is that bluegreenblack that the sky turns at twilight. I love to say "twilight".

"I'm beautiful now as I'll probably ever be"
(credit to Kirk Wolf, my favorite English teacher and songwriter extrodinaire)

And no, I don't know what I'm waiting for.

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1:37 exactly, 826valencia, anastasia krupnik, art museums, audre lorde, being on fun, bell hooks, biting my nails, boys kissing boys, bright orange sketchers, brooklyn pilsner, buffy the vampire slayer, children's literature, chubby baby knees, creepy tv movies, crystal lake, cultural studies, cute girls in bars, cyclists, dancing in the rain, dancing through it, doing my best, driving aimlessly, drum circles, eavesdropping, everybody in vests, exploration, faithtrustandfairydust, flavored lip gloss, flying jetblue, gazing at the ocean, gender as performance, genderbenders, girls-that-look-like-boys, good girl graffiti, grande skim cafe lattes, hating wendy, hipster glasses, homonyms, howard zinn, internet shopping, ironic t-shirts, jenny lewis, jon stewart, kate moennig, kurt cobain, less-lectures-more-activities, letters and sodas, lists and plans, long summers, magic wands, making moments count, making my own religion, making wishes, mortal angels, movies my friends make, my little sister, overthrowing the government, peanut-butter-and-celery, peter pan, progressive education, puppy dogs, queer, quitting smoking, radical history, revolutionary dreams, riding shotgun, rilo kiley, roadtrip mix tapes, scars, singin' along, sirius black, skinny dipping, subcomandante ramona, swimming in salt water, taking too many pictures, teaching barefoot, tekka maki, tequila, the anonymity of hotels, the cherry hut, the mountain goats, the safety of hospitals, the weakerthans, thunderstorms, tinkerbell, too much wb, turkey sandwiches outside, votes that count, walking for miles, what is the what, wishes at 11:11, wishmewellyoucangotohell, wrist-kisses, ya basta!