so the plaster came off today, left the skin on my leg pale and granny-like. my ankle is all big and swollen and i have three gorgeous purple bruises spanning over my foot. soon they will turn green, then a sickely yellow and then one day they will leave me, and my foot will be clear, but still a size 9.5, but thats just how its going to be so deal with it, chick.
after returning from the hospital, hanging with my lovely friends, having dinner with them and family, packing, clearing and putting my i pod on charge and listening to one song , i decided to go scrub my foot. and the dead skin that came off, yesh. it turned all mushy and grainey in the water, and my skin got all wet and chalky. i spent a good deal of time trying to scrub all the dead skin off without contorting my broken foot too much before i decided to "fuck it, man." the body facinates me, it does.
so i leave today. i did my tear dropping after Johnsa, V and SHIPOOPI! were gone. man, i miss them already. i crave for what i feel with them when im back on the island. that comfort to be more myself with them than with most other people. its unconditional. they are my people, those three. all mine and mine only. (:
this december- jan has truely been wonderful, broken ankle et al. i know already, im going to be 'here- sick' once i get back to the sunny island. i will pine and crave for the people here. and im already day dreaming so much. daydreaming about dancing my nights away, day dreaming about sun bathing on a warm afternoon in Goa, about my secret (teehee) which in its dregs leaves behind a silly grin on my face, or sitting around with good converstaion over burger king burgers. and escaping, to different lands, and colors and people and music and history and literature.
this year has alot. its going to be a difficult year, but a good one. being in my twenties has made me weridly optimistic.well, im doing it. it cant be all that bad.
my toes are cold, and i wont lie but knowing that i'll have my own bed to snuggle into and my own lappy to spark away on in my own room, with my own music, and the lava lamps and the colorful carpet, well i do look forward to it. and i have missed my dad and our weeknd movies.
the car will be here soon enough. and the bags will be put in, while i clomp my way to the car, my trusty walker and me. and while the car has begun moving i will check to see if i have everything and then remember i forgot my toothbrush. ahh. fuck it.
im going to miss this place, and my lovely people and how happy i am.
if packing is a bitch, leaving is a whore. tsk.
our good byes seem to get less elegant every year.
song: Stay With Me Baby- Lorraine Elllison
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