chi

So theres this beauty college next to the coffee shop I go to before work...and there always these 2 very very cute, tated up guys there (at the coffee shop). I think its so cute that theyre training to be hairstylests. Anyways, well....yea theres no real point to that...other than theyre super cute.

Finally downloaded the new yahoo messenger thingy, I like the personalized radio.

Got a trim yesterday...the lady laughed at me. Guess I fucked up my hair more than I had previously thought. ah well...it grows out eventually.

My moms getting more and more fucked every day. She left a message on the machine asking if I had recieved the letter. I of course had no idea what she was talking about, so I call her to ask. She doesnt remember what letter she was talking about. "What letter were you asking if I revieved?" ....silence.... "hello? Are you there" ...."Yeah, Im thinking..." "You dont remember!?" .....silence.... "HELLO!?" "what?"
Yeah....thats pretty much our conversations lately.

I need to start meeting people. I want to be able to just call someone to have them come over and chill. Or go to someones house for no reason just to watch TV with them or something lame like that. Everyones so damn far away. I really dont feel like going to San Diego to say hey....whatcha doin'?

So I guess im cutting the umbilical cord for my friend. Yeah...I think thats the only part thats semi-grossing me out. I can fully deal with the bleeding, pooping, cutting/riping, and other bodily functions coming out of her &/or seeing. But cutting the cord...*shivers*

Still waiting for my school package to come...bastards...dont they know I want this done and finished with!?

So...ive been pretty damn bored lately...so if youre bored and since I am too...If you have Yahoo messenger, chat with me...im a nice girl. I promice. (info in the contact field)

One of my favorite poems:

there's a sadness that's
better than love
it fell in the air
the other night


little girl face
with a mind as wild as Egypt


she reads all the high-class
sex literature
the pornography of Miller
even the later novels of Rechy
now into the novelization of
Liquid Sky
and the Apocalypse Culture

during the days she
takes off her clothes to
Tom Waits and the Dead Kennedys
at a theatre on Market
while the customers finger their crotches
and tip paper money

she said, "How do I look?"
and I told her she looked like
a 14-year-old beatnik with an
IQ of 200

she wasn't sure she liked that
she has invented herself so well
she's not sure she can
escape

I know that song

"Slamdancing to the Blues" by David Lerner



-Chi