penelopelee

the boy who, to put it mildly, stole my virginity from me back when i was 18 just wrote to me on friendster. and one of my other friends from high school called me today to tell me he wrote to her, too. i'm struck with the desire to write back to him, be friends with him again. he used to be one of the most fascinating, blindingly intelligent people i'd ever met in my life, and in light of his plethora of 'testimonials,' he probably still is. but reading that he still wears the same pair of black sweatpants everyday makes him too real, the memories too tangible. purely physiologically, it makes me want to throw up. this is something to sweep back under the rug.

in more light-hearted news, i worked a GLBT youth empowerment concert thingie at the warhol, and the cutest little 14-YEAR-OLD girl drummer has a crush on me. she wants to come visit me at the museum on tuesday. soooo super funny. why don't any girls MY AGE ever get crushes on me? hmmm?