seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- frontseats my sister is looking for a new place to live and tells me about hangovers and how he never calls and how she won't call him either because why should she? we were driving behind lake ella and the rain splattered down on her windshield, streaking away, making room for more. she went through the drive-thru at starbucks and spilled coffee on her console. she went on and on and then stopped to ask which days i went to class and whether i was still in that fiction workshop but i didn't tell her that my life is no longer about school, that i am more interested in the x-files late at night and the sexual attraction between mulder and scully than i am about backpacks and leaky highlighters and making small talk about majors and teachers i hate. i felt cramped in her front seat, smaller than myself while she examined her eyeliner in the rearview mirror. i remembered her when she used to be me--when she was unhappier, depressed about her life, dedicated to the national geographic, to reading the paper over and over again trying to find the fragments--she rebirthed herself with long coats, leave-in conditioner, midori sours. she was different but still unhappy. she parked the car at the church with the tall white steeple, checked herself in the mirror twice before getting out. she never noticed me watching. the traffic blared down meridian road and the rain quieted down to nothing more than footsteps. 13:46 - 11 February, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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