2003-07-27/12:58 p.m.

cluck cluck, bock bock

im researching tongue-piercing. my stepsister may be able to puncture holes in her body nonchalantly, but i cannot. theres something about making a hole in a muscle that is bacteria ridden and putting steel through it that flashes an amber light in my eyes. if i were to pierce my eyebrow or my navel, i could bandage them up and try not to move too much. but my tongue, thats a different story. the stepsis shrugs with a its no big deal plastered across her face as she talks of the potential risks. infection that can lead to brain damage, nothing to be concerned about.

sometimes i wish i werent such a chicken.

also, call me, autumn. i mean it. we can watch a mysterious movie starring thora birch and eat junk. then we can walk around in the summer rain and say hello to people we havent said hello to in far too long. anns at the top of my list. so call me. ill be here.