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...just another girl who costarred?
they're gonna wrap you up in cornsilk.
they're gonna cry like you were spilled milk.
-rhett miller

2004-10-178:48 p.m.

the best quote i've heard about the old 97's was from a guy i met on friendster. he told me he was from dallas and i immediately asked, "do you like the old 97's?" he replied, "oh gawd. well, they are very talented, but it's like, everyone in dallas knows at least one poor girl who wishes rhett would stop writing songs about her." this weekend i saw the boys play the fillmore friday and saturday. it was a lot of fun although i was tired out of my mind. i also had a lot of sushi this weekend, tsunami happy hour friday and toriya on saturday. today we went to church and then went to hang out w/my brother's daughters and help my sister pack as she is moving back to the east coast. she moved out here in january to help take care of my brother. the girls were fun and then they got in a mood. they are a handful and i really wish i could be around more. they really love robert and he loves them too but he has a lot on his plate with school and his family too. i guess i'll just have to stick to calling and hanging out on weekends. i really miss them.

i really miss my brother. i just can't believe that i won't see him again or hear his voice...i wrote this poem...it's about the last afternoon we really had with him, when he was still talking to us. it just so happened that just my mother and father and my sisters and i were in the room with him for a few hours. just the six of us and it was a feeling of becoming almost like animals for me. it was like a little family in the forest, just trying to care for the wounded one, and not really knowing what to do or what was about to happen

We were six again for one afternoon
Before we became five, days later
I felt my paws holding his
And the sunlight warmed our chests
His soft, warm head rested on my shoulder
Sister pressed her back against his
Big sister and Mother dressed his wounds
And father helped him stand again
When he wanted

Or maybe we were birds
Or maybe we were dolphins
But we were cradled in each other
Quietly around him
We were six for a moment
I'd almost forgotten what it was to be six
Six plates on the table
Six sleeping bodies in a green and white house
Six voices in a station wagon on a long road trip
We were as we once were
When things were smaller and
Life was long
We became five weeks after the burial,
Thousands of miles apart,
We were five animals scattered by a fire
And howling at the sky, together

bout to give this girl a shout

>>back in the day>>
>>i'm not a kid anymore>>
>>but somedays i sit & wish i was a kid again>>

"i don't want the world, i just want your half..."
-they might be giants

>>>leave your mark on me / [?uestbook]>>>

* me love you long time *
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