Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
søndag, november 10, 2002
My whistling skills vacillate every day. Somedays it’s one step forward, two steps back.
Bravo for the play and the bastards who didn’t ask me to sign browning’s book. Damn you Fei Fei. I know how to sweep up glass.
It was very nice today. I actually didn’t have to go to bell choir, so I could’ve stayed at shane’s much longer….IN HIS BED. Anyway. Fall is so cliché…..because all I think about is how great the trees look and the way they blow around. I guess that isn’t fall’s fault. I’ll just blame it on society. Which I blame everything on. That, and Fei Fei. No, she’s ok since she leant me a hair thing.
I can use a drill now.
This is what I don’t do during the week: wear my retainer, history homework, exercise.
That last one I never do anyway.
And for the hell of it….I BEAT MICHAEL IN THUMB WAR.
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