12.04.02 - 9:30 a.m.

i can think of few things funnier than crocheted boob pillows.
and i am hereby resolving to stop being such
a ninny. to love what ive got for what it
is, because everyone in my life is perfectly
cast: the sweet, doting boyfriend. the
sam to my clarissa. the two lost loves, one
with pedastal intact, one without. the
sage at seventeen. the kitten sidekicks.
the fringe characters that havent quite
been established yet. the old ones that
are too solid to even bear mentioning.
and i am happy, in love with all of them, and
sorry that ive forgotten lately, how to be
logical instead of emotional; its a virgonese downfall.

your,
astrid