Saturday, September 28, 2002 :::
 

he was sitting on the back flap of a van filled with music stuff. he smiled, a huge smile at me.
what's that about he asked dropping his hand out of mine.
I don't know.
you know him?
no. he was one of the guys in the band.
you know him, don't you?
never saw him before.
sure.
don't talk to me.


what kind of lotion are you wearing said the guy flipping through the stack of vinyl to my left.
lotion? I was looking for Mothers of Invention and Zappa stuff for a friend. no lotion...i am wearing body spray.
I like it. I want to get some for my girlfriend.
boyfriend walked over... time to go.

when we got in the car, he yelled, then sulked for a hour.

that was my saturday.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 8:30 PM

Friday, September 27, 2002 :::
 

once I find the right man I am never letting go

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 9:17 PM

 

when all else falls away, the only place to find comfort is back in your art and writing. They can save you.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 9:16 PM

Monday, September 23, 2002 :::
 

she beat her child, went back home, dyed her look-at-me blonde hair back to don't-hurt-me brown and acted innocent.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 10:07 PM