moppet

so...i didn't really lose my virginity on coney island, as dkixk can attest to if he decides to become my friend. but come on...dirty sticky water, rubbing down in the sand, the screaming of the people on the cyclone and the smell of fried...everybody watching cause fuck it, it's coney island, land of exhibitionism and you know you're fascinated. or maybe i could have lost it to the cute guy who feeds the seals at the coney island aquarium, on a cloudy day in the bleachers. or one of the freaks, god love them.

but i'm keeping the truth a secret for now if only to indulge my freak show fantasy.

it's true that i wish tom waits had written "coney island baby" for me.

and i just bought an $80 pair of jeans (which look cheap compared to the deisels i'm in lust with) and they're not dirty or loose. but i'm working on the dirty, and tight is a concept i can deal with. these jeans are wicked tight.

this is all to distract from the real drama in my life right now, which is unfolding in hurtful, surprising, and exhilerating ways.

remind me that my next entry should include another great distraction...the set list to the best mix cd ever.

xoxo