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the way of the pilgrim // 2002-04-25

i'm drinking lemon calpis. when i take a sip it tastes like deliciously refreshing lemon beverage at first, and then that taste dissolves into the taste of licking someone's armpit. so why can't i stop drinking it?

last night as i walked home and thought about my handful of ex-boyfriends who have been surfacing the last few days, i got a little sad and a little irritated. then i developed this decidedly franny-esque mantra in my head as i walked, "don't... let it... bother... you." i said that all the way home. when i got there, i immediately ran a bath and dug up my old copy of franny and zooey, which incidentally, my sister wrote all over when she first learned how to write, and, ingeniously, she could write everything backwards as if being looked at through a mirror. this copy had "ydnam" written on the front, and i got in the bath and soaked and read until i felt better.

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