Wednesday Sep 17, 2003

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so i was boohooing and feeling old and ugly and crying a bit over the whole luke thing...

and then my phone rang.

ah, erichka. right on cue. right when i'd been missing him a few days prior, right when i felt terrible. and it's ameliorated my state immensely. amazing how much i depend on men for self esteem. then again...it is a goregous german/swedish looking boy with an incredible body who's terribly sexy...

ok. so it shouldn't have such drastic effects. but it still makes me happy that he's still attracted to me.
trismegistus:
da. it is impressive that you hammered out three journals in one day. i read all of them and wish that the second and third were reversed for some reason. so that i could comment on the second. probably because... oh nevermind. it's just i'm sure we'd all be better off blind. really. like that village in the h.g. wells story. i am of the belief that ocular sensation is less a blessing than it is a curse. it is a hallucination. a huge fucking mirage. would sex hoodwinked not be as good? i think it is better. but i am me. q e d.
oui. j'habite a portland. mais non. je n'attends pas l'uni reed. incidentally... "so i was boohooing and feeling old..." i know it's relative but really, if you are really nineteen, you are really not old. indeed you still have your terrible twenties ahead of you. the twenties are the "i am hot shit" decade for those within it and the "head up the ass" decade for those outside it. i am myself only a half year out of my twenties but to them i say with all due respect, good riddance, you dizzy dizzy decade.
rubbersoul:
Ahhhh....the drama! Sweetie you are more fun to follow along with than All My Children! biggrin

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