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feeling strangely fine.

[29 november 1998]

stagnation stagnations. i'm back & i'm torn.

 

on one hand, i like my independence. on the other, i like being home where i'm close to PEOPLE & THINGS that do not have COUNTRY BUMPKIN scrawled all over them. guh. location, location.

 

girls screaming in my halls. what are they screaming at? someone's haircut. jesus christ. settle down, kids, you can have a piece of it if you stay around while she's molting.

 

i'm going to read. a lot. i read this week like a bandit. winterson, hooks, rushdie.. anything i could get my hands on. lovely.

 

i cut my hair a bit. it's shorter. i'll show you in a bit. my mom took off at least two inches. whoosh.

 

she's in her phone booth phase. i feel being vague but i don't give a flying fuck about anything for the moment. school tomorrow? no. get up? maybe. only because mail's on the way.

i've never met anyone quite like you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

don't mind you.

it's just fine.