2002.06.09 1:03 a.m. . . . . . . . +i'm wanting to linger till dawn, dear. ____ dream a little dream of me.+ . . . . . . . |
i don't know what to say in this thing anymore. i used to write about almost everything, cos i'd be around the farm all day and almost all night and could sum all up into a quote. or a lyric. or a line. now there is a job. what i wanted. a diversion. from thought. now i have an excuse, a time space allowed, to visit friends. everyone i love is within walking distance or a bummed phone call from work. now i can see brently at least a couple times a week. bill is always there. distance or not. but brent is a schedule. he is a treat. a once in a while chocolate. in motion picture news. dr caligari is out on digital video disc now. a fisher king video cassette will soon be in the hands of its rightful owner. today was bowling AND buying a bufallo '66 jacket. (spending money way too much = do not hang out with sarah way too much_) um. amelie should be coming to dvd soon. hmm. dull lllll l lll l l l ll ll lulll lll llll ll lull lll lllllll l l ll lll l. why am i tired. .. there was this crazy enthusiastic southern bible belt shoutin from the pulpit misionary baptist preachin in a rhythm preacher this morning. maybe it is his fault. and we went to twenty million thousand places today. really honest to goodnest twenty milllion thaousand. maybe. maybe maybe. and i got these holes put in my ears. got a harley leather jacket. tried on bras at victoria secret (that is a noteable first timer. historic) . you see, these things take a lot out of you. they drain your battery cables. fluit. they. go to bed, mutton chops. |
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