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my baby's got the lonesome lows.

don't quite go away overnight.

4 February 1983
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You don't know me, but...
I have nice shoulders. I like black ink better than blue. I am kind of a recluse. I could never list all my favorite books. I am a Brontë bitch. I write. They'll pry the pen from my cold dead fingers. I never stopped doing theater after high school. My cursive capital "G" is cooler than yours. I am a zombie expert. My left thumbnail always breaks, down in the quick. I have a gap between my front teeth and a girl in a coffeeshop said that it meant I was wise. I have a dark sense of humor. I've never met some of my best friends. I am part mouse. I like scraping sugar from the bottom of my cereal bowl. I want a pirate ship named The Surly Mermaid. I dislike having wet hair in my face. I am a Kaylee, not a River or a Zoë. I'm a Chuck, not an Olive. I'm a Rose, not a Martha or a Donna. I'm taller than you. Never loan me anything. I still think "The Scientist" is one of the most beautiful songs in the world. I'm a persnickety bitch. I kind of have a big nose. I am scared of sea-monsters. I would look like I got beat up by an Anthropologie catalogue every day if I could afford it. I swear a lot. Sometimes I try to break the habit. I get "just ketchup, no seriously" on my burgers. I have a metaphor for EVERYTHING. I carry a bag big enough to kidnap a baby in. I love balsamic vinegar. "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel makes my knees turn to water. I have a song for every situation. I'm excitable. I'm really, really loud. I can't handle people touching my knees. I love to watch people putting their makeup on. If Bill Haverchuck went to my high school, I totally would have dated him. I take an obscene amount of baths/showers. Sometimes two a day. I will frustrate you. The Jarlsberg is on the table. Rose/Ten forever. I dislike it when people use the word "mortified" to mean "scared". I know how to keep peanut butter from sticking to the roof of my mouth. I can't take being stood up. I have at least six tubes of lip gloss, three notebooks, and four pens of various colors in my bag at any given time. I still play pretend. I have a funny laugh. I am a sucker for: Lee Pace, David Tennant, John Krasinski, Paul Rudd, Zach Braff, Nathan Fillion, Neil Patrick Harris, John Cusack, Ewan McGregor, and Simon Pegg. In that order. I still believe in faery tales. I'm polite. I know way too much about dead authors. And I like it.

If I could invent a perfect life, it would be living on the shore of this island in a house with an Aga, four babies, and a goat. I would write books and have a husband who went out on his fishing boat every morning but came back and played the guitar every night. And I would wear red Wellington boots, all the time. And I would grow roses.

Everything here is true.

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I await the phantom lover - the one who haunts all women, the one I dream of, who stands behind every man, with a finger and head shaking - "Not him, he is not the one." Forbidding me each time to love.
-Anaïs Nin

These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.
-The Hours
by Michael Cunningham