baby, I'm pouring quicksand...

I seem to have bruises on my arms and hands that I do not remember getting.

Tired, but it's too early to go to sleep - the day pours on like oil in water.

Two boys caught my attention today, one in a blue shirt and one in a black and green shirt. The one in blue had dark shiny curls and a crooked mouth, the one in black and green was standing to the side in the hallway, signing an avid conversation.

Sometimes I wonder if the first boy will mark me for life, that I'll carry around his memory like a photograph stuck in a jewelcase. The way his hands looked - the fingers graceful, peeking out underneath a black sleeve.

Oliver says he misses me, and Jilly's misplaced her tights. Both issues will be resolved eventually.

Every day I should tell someone I love them, but sometimes I forget. It's the silence in between sentences, when I wait for the other person, that I remember.

So, i love ragingpixie because she understands the divinity of the cheese wheel and because her prairie dog icon makes me feel fluffy, malisita because she's my twinkie and because nothing says I love you like sparkly boys in eyeliner frenching, amezri, because neurotic asians need to stick together, postcardjunkie because self love is the best love and because she's officially the coolest person on the planet, saava, because she understands the Special Hell, and because I miss her, crankylex, because it's ALL YOU, BABY!, syzylynx because she is a HOT MOMMA and we are bookworms together, glittahgrrl because it is in fact, all about you, and you know everything.