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My sister surprised me Saturday night with a knock on the door and a letter. Both almost made me cry. Out of the latest ordeal, Rita has been the most supportive and insightful friend I could ever hope to have. She has developed into a beautiful, creative, thoughtful woman and I am proud to the point of envy. She is truly fearless.
After loading her up with sweaters and tights I'd been too uptight to wear or do anything with, she re-pierced her nostril in my bathroom with a sewing needle. We then decided to get matching hoops for Christmas. I'm fearful that my nose is now too cluttered but she thinks they make us look tough. She invited me to a house-band-party on Cole Street and I agreed to go. The band, Hot Cross, played in the small basement of a house/duplex and I LIKED them. I couldn't understand a word of the lyrics but I thoroughly enjoyed the music. I'd never before wished that she was my age until then; I wanted to take her to the bar with me. To show her off and to show off my newfound happiness in sisterhood. I hadn't felt my personality in a long while. I hadn't felt that comforable with it. I truly believe that it's helped me come to terms with my worth as an individual. I can stay at home and be beautiful; I don't need anyone else to make me feel it.
Today, she called me to talk. I love you, Rita Pita.

I've also been keeping myself busy with work and flash/flamenco dancing. And I've rediscovered Adult Swim.

I hope everyone else is well... sorry it takes so terribly long for replies... gone with the roommate is the internet. *Le sigh*