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best friends forever

my best girlfriend in high school was one of those people who couldn't keep her hands to herself. driving around in my car, she'd point, and with her greasy fingers, she would smear and dirty my windows.
"look at that," she'd say, never fully understanding that the person driving couldn't always turn 180� in her seat.
and so the dirt and grime would build up on my windows, and on certain days, if the light was shining just right, her finger mess would refract the light in such a manner that i wouldn't be able to see where i was going. . . . at times.
yes, really. it was that bad.
her freak little fingers would grasp onto everything, and when she wasn't grasping, her right hand was permanently fixed to a point. her stubby index finger prodded constantly, molesting the pages of books and whatnot. to this day, the sound of fingers rubbing on slick magazine paper disgusts me.
don't do that don't do that don't do that please don't do that don't do that don't do that don't do that don't do that please

needless to say, she didn't listen very well, either,

and i suppose that was one of our biggest problems. she was loud; i was not. she was all over the place when i would much rather sit in one spot,
and though it may seem that we complimented each other very well, we did not.

it was the constant pressure of her pushing that broke me - as if she took her fingertip and smudged me into nothing.
too much of joanie and too little of me.

and then there was all the drugs and stuff, but that's for a different day.

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bitch.

11:47 pm - Wednesday, Jan. 16, 2002

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