I was only five feet tall. It was terrible. Everybody's huge eyes staring down at me.
At a festival in a park, all I wanted, over and over asking
for Milk & Sugar & Coffee
& Sugar & Milk & Coffee &
Coffee & Sugar & Milk
because it would make me grow.
6/27
On the cruise ship again. Somebody was touching my breasts. I was night blind, eating a turkey sandwich.
Monday, June 28, 2010
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