you should know that the sleeves of my dress shriveled up like dried grapes and hugged my arms like they didn't know what it meant to be gentle. you should know i changed clothes right after i got home. you should know our legs stopped working around nine pm, that we were two girls trying to seesaw our way into standing upright and for all that we were worth we couldn't walk in a straight like to the car. you should know that i don't call people often, and when i do, i make chorus lines out of the word "what" and what i do make out clearly is riddled with laughter. you should know that i dream a lot. that sometimes i get up from my computer and walk aimlessly with fists clenched and mouth open, yet making no sound. you should know my anger results in productivity but when the time came to reveal the truth, i (we) were anxious. but we were not sorry.
you should know these are all jumbled fragments from last sunday. as of the twenty-sixth i've been blogging for three years. and on that day, it never crossed my mind once. i guess sometimes that happens and you should know, sometimes, that it is okay.
-kiss kiss kiss, piano man-