*it's not raining, but it's... 2001-06-06 6:36 p.m.*

thundering and i'm drinking an irish cream milk shake. and i have some white grape juice with peach schnappes out in the living room, where friends is on the tv. mom is visiting a friend. i came online to see if there were any emails from james and there was and in about an hour and a half she will call me, and i will dance around in circles with glee. in the meanwhile i'm playing "alcoholic" though there's not enough alcohol in these three drinks together to even give me a mild buzz, even if i drank just the alcohol in all three all at once. well, that would be pretty nasty, because peach schnappes and irish cream do not go together (not that i've checked). there is a kitten attacking my toe, and i'm surprised that target didn't think i was a heroin addict all the marks on my arms. but it's kind of cute because on my leg there's a kitten print of scratches. 5 claw marks in a cat shape. awww.

i wish i could think of something to do besides read more of the hotel new hampshire or update the old journal entries or watch mindless television or write even more letters. i wish i had a neighbor girl to hang out with or something. when i grow up my kids will have neighbor girls and boys to hang out with, and to grow up with, because they'll move less than 22 times by the time they're 21. that'll be nice for them.

we need rain. it rained some the other day, which was so nice. but not enough. ("there's no rain..." when i was in middle school they thought i was the bee girl from the blind melon video.)

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