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it's just julie, that's all.
>>> my job as a babysitter has a daily rate, not hourly.
i move from couch to couch, feet sinking into cushions, heels leaving imprints for one, two, ten seconds, then the recesses fill up again with air and i become less than a trace, i was never there. if i get out by four on the dot, they pay me $7.50... if i have to stay until 5, it's down to six something, a decimal i can't quite round off to the nearest whole. the longer i stick around, the less i'm worth. the longer i'm gone, more normal things become. funny how that happens. posted by julianne @ 7:38 pm on 08.14.06 p.s. here's uncensored. - 09.23.06 applepicking - 09.23.06 every night i have another strange but vivid dream with him in it - 09.22.06 explosion, popcorn, letters without words, and making something out of nothing. - 09.20.06 this is the night, and dancing is free until the morning light. - 09.19.06 |
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