Sinister: I don't see what anyone else could see in anyone else

[ArtsyDeco at xxx.com]

I'll admit that it felt kind of good in a horrible way to feel the tears rolling down my cheeks with my eyes closed, knowing that the other people could see, but would never do or say anything.  I did try not to cry, but in the end maybe I was being selfish, wanting people to see.  I shouldn't have put the lucksmiths on my headphones.  But that was my fault.  I put them on anyway.

I kept forcing myself to remember the week.  Remember down to the memory of the smallest touch.  The panic of thinking I would never get there.  Trying my damndest not to have to use an airplane bathroom.  About an hour after the time on the ticket, I was falling over my luggage in Gatwick.  Peter looked more wonderful than ever and his dad had a friendly smile.  He took my luggage and left Peter and I to wander about London.  The parks in London are lovely, and the picnics even lovelier.  I met nice people like BenApps and Rob and Sam Walton vaguely reminded me of Oscar the grouch.

The train ride home was very long, then the taxi driver seemed intent on putting the fear of death into us.  No matter because once I arrived at the Carter home all was loveliness from that point until the end of my stay.  It was the most comfortable week of my life.  Unfortunate that it had to end with the airport misshaps that Peter related.

So I'm at college now and it's the second day of classes.  My freshman year.  I'm thinking that the two shocks to my system have sort of cancelled eachother out.

So thanks to all the very nice people at the picnic for being very nice, especially BenApps because he is verry nice and is going to send me music.  And Kenchu because he agreed to adopt me.  Adoptive daddy, I want a Zebra.  Will you buy me one?

Love and functional public transport,
Kara Jean*

yeah er, no content exactly.  Oh, I'm listening to TBWTAS now.  I hadn't in a while.  I like it so.
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