brittany youre such a dirty whore liar

soo......... shits cool eh? i'll be like.... posting crazyshit starting saturday night when i arrive in jackson :) (err most likely anyways)

Day Six, Entry Sixtyone
memphis is very tiny. the captain is stealing my words and i have to go away and find you.

Day Six, Entry Sixty
i can see the muddy mississippi rivers bleeding into green and plain.

Day Six, Entry Fiftynine
i can see the patchwork grounds.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyeight
now that the cotton ice cream clouds are back i see that from here they look like mountains rising from the mist. and they fade into the deep before forming lurching looming from within again.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyseven
we were just above beautfiul clouds and now there is only fog shapeless clouds but i can still see fluff on the horizon. they are still true and pure there and not the unclear havze that is now filling my vision all i can see.

Day Six, Entry Fiftysix
I want to look at the clouds but Morgan's head is in the way. We are going down and tilting and my ears keep popping and i keep swallowing and my mouth is very dry but im afraid if i have too much pepsi ill pee all over morgan.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyfive
I really have to pee.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyfour
I fell asleep on Morgan. 25 minutes left.

Day Six, Entry Fiftythree
Mom says 45 minutes.

Day Six, Entry Fiftytwo
Ive had a terrible headache all day.

Day Six, Entry Fiftyone
I cant fall asleep.

Day Six, Entry Fifty
I read too slowly.

Day Six, Entry Fortynine
I have to pee.

Day Six, Entry Fortyeight
The book is great. (89 pages in)
Mom says we have a bit over an hour left to get there. Morgan is asleep on my shoulder. I ate her pretzels.

Day Six, Entry Fortyseven
I am the first person outside of the publishing company and Francesca Lia Block's friends to read it.

Day Six, Entry Fortysix
The book is very sad. (30 pages in)

Day Six, Entry Fortyfive
The book is beautiful.

Day Six, Entry Fortyfour
The pepsi has gone watery.