i feel icky and uninspired. my tea is too strong. not everything is about you. although, i'm not saying it's about me either. i look forward to seeing her, it's been at least 8 years, maybe 9. my pre-teen fears are stirring as i put my late-twenties fears at bay. it's too cold in this house. i like surveys, they're like tests i know all the answers to. how to i strip off the layers of my life that i don't need? i like eating apples in the fall. i'm sneaky. so sneaky you don't even know i'm being sneaky. i visited the observatory mansions and the house famous. i smell like garlic. his sincerity surprised me. even though i'm not a prude and i'm not naive sometimes i still blush.
the truth is i'm not sorry.
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I'm intrigued by the 'observatory mansions' reference - have you read the novel by Edward Carey? One of my 'favorites that nobody has ever heard of'. Have you read his other one about the sisters? Any good?
nwb
why yes i have. and no i haven't read the other one. i didn't know there was one, but i will now!
there's a house on the corner of york, main and division that always makes me think of the observatory mansions. it's a huge house at a big intersection that was converted into apartments. but maybe i only see a connection to the book in my mind because i passed it a lot when i was reading the book.
cool, i've never known anyone other than melinda who's read/heard of that book.
Funny, B & I have said the same thing about the same house - hehe.
HAHA that IS funny
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