I am so utterly changeable. Also, probably, emotionally confused.
My mother, on the phone (she's worse with numbers than Shan bach), tells me that I'm very beautiful. Mothers are obliged, really. She tells me that my grandmother (back before she was senile) told her (my grandma is so charming - NOT!) that I was the most beautiful of her grandchildren. ("But my cousins are so beautiful!" I cry. "Yes, but you're more so.") I am beautiful, I think, (though no more than my cousins) but I'm weird too.
2003-02-10, beautiful me
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