dear throwing the blanket around diary,
now that my blanket has a big hole completely through the middle of it, i wear it like a sash. i wanted to sew a sheet on it and make it whole again, but it is to far gone i am afraid. back to plan A- burn the bitch and sprinkle the ashes in the pacific. when do you draw the line though? cuz i still cover up with it. there is no sense in getting ahead of myself- i haven't started the fire. you know, when we get to this point in the year, i always start looking forward to september and october. then when it gets here- i feel guilty because i wanted it that way. it's just that i love the way the sun shines down on the earth when it is the season furthest from my birth. it's the the way the air tastes when the leaves start to change and i wear my hair down and my boots everyday i like best. the world just keeps going around and around and someday my worn out blanket will burn and drown. but until that day does come and pass, i will continue to cover my ass with it.