Day: August 2, 2011
Song: Tropicalia, by Beck
Meal: Scorched to black Amy's pizza. Bless your heart, Mom.
Admission: Sometimes I wonder what color my eyes are. They turn super duper green when I cry. I feel like there's got to be some hidden significance in that. I spent the night at Kellys, her brother and his friend are home from the Naval Academy. We drank and laid and watched shooting stars in her driveway for hours. I feel so small but still wonder what color my eyes are.
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