"I Have Saved All My Ribbons For Thee..."

Happy birthday, eegatland...! ♥ I hope it was really lovely and had sprinkles and sparkles and all manner of shiny good things. ^___^ Can I write you anything?

"So Unloved for Someone So Fine..."

This morning Daddy and I got into a fight about whether I should eat breakfast (I didn't want to). While we were arguing, Maria quietly made toast and an apple and put them in my hands. I almost cried while I was driving to class; our apples are so bitter in the mouth, being grown in Daddy's orchard in the front yard. There was a wormhole in this one, but only one, unusual for nearly organic fruit. It made my tongue numb. Maria makes all our bread herself. It's thick and yeasty and has nuts in it. I don't like it, but she toasted it for me and gave it to me, so I ate it while I was driving.

Maria is an acerbic and unsympathetic person. That she made breakfast for me is the greatest protestation of love. I know she'll never hug me; but she made me breakfast to-day when I was feeling too sick and tired to want it.

I stopped at Rite Aid and bought her a sports car magazine on the way home.

Four Songs that are Soujin:

That I Would Be Good, Alanis Morissette.

So Unsexy, Alanis Morissette.

Crazy Baby, Joan Osborn.

Tell Yourself, Natalie Merchant.

Three Songs that are Pretty:

White Flag, Dido.

Hand in My Pocket, Alanis Morissette.

Hands Clean, Alanis Morisette.