26 october 1999 | back | archive | forward

i lost what was here in my attempt to update.


just know: it was something about timing and irony and it was not at all sad or bitter or angsty.

i can always fall back on my talent for making melodrama out of nothing. words, words will be my salvation.

if anyone knows how to play heads-up 7-up,e-mail me, please. heads down, eyes closed, thumbs up, then what? and what was the object of this game, anyway?

i've had this pita thing for a couple weeks, now. i kinda like it.

"i remember it always being sunny in california."

to swim in a big cup of coffee. not drown; i'm not desperate. i just want to feel the warmth seep into my skin.

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