Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Kenz and I painted them the same color the last time I saw her. Yes, I can go buy the same color or remove it, but I can't bring myself to do it. I'm supposed to repaint it when I go over to Kenz's and we hang out, talking about grandma dresses and project runway and cinnamon ice cream. I can't really wrap my mind around 2000 miles. She might as well be in Antarctica. We're identical twins, womb buddies, and if you want to revert back to elementary school bullies, you can even sing the "we are siamese" song at us (but please refrain from pouring pixie stix in my hair). Now that I've had some time to get used to our new place, I've got phantom pains. Some essential part of me has been amputated and removed but it still hurts and feels like it should be there. Tyler, you took her practically to Canada. You know how I feel about Canada.
We have cellphones, Skype, and I have nice people around me. But I still feel a little down about it. And for now, I think I have the right to be.
Posted by Malorie at 3:59 PM