being a floridian i love oranges. my love for oranges grew in college. there were baskets of free oranges in the cafeteria. i’d take two. sometimes three. i’d eat them throughout the day. i think that’s why my hands are so rough. that’s the story i tell people. i never put on lotion. lotion is another thing to do to do. something that takes away from writing. i’ve been picking at cuticles and old scabs around my nails all day. i have all these things floating in my head. what chapter to edit next? does this line make sense? why can’t i find a publish? the always question – why can’t i find a boyfriend? all while i’m packing at my nails. when i’m published i can worry about lotion. i can’t now. i have to write.
September 24, 2009...8:02 am
picking at scabs
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