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Monday, July 13, 2009

Make me dream in colour.
I smell vinegar, mom is putting that stuff all over the kitchen walls.
Swabbing or something, yeah thats the verb I was trying to recall.

Just read 3/4 of another Jodi Picoult book.
Depressing I tell you.
I don't know why I do this to myself, but shes an amazing writer.
I guess thats why.
Now I'm feeling all brain-hazy from reading too long too much at once, and part of me is still lost in the book.
Doesn't help that its not a very happy book.

It reminds me of the other times when I was reading other Jodi Picoults.
Last last christmas.
Last year
Different snippets of the story linked to memories of popular bookstore, on a beanbag in my room under the yellow light
The sound of a felt tipped marker scratching against paper.
Memories of being lonely and not knowing what this feels like.

Durh, terrible time to be blogging from this mood the book has gotten me into.
Help I should stop no, yes?

We're all terrible people inside, theres no such thing as someone whos never hurt a fly or thought a bad thought.
I hate evenings.
The blue light really hurts my eyes.

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