the trenches dug within our hearts.

i went out with my parents tonight to dinner. didn't get to speak a word to them though because i had to sit at the kids table. no, i'm not bitter. just because that snatch has a boyfriend who's 27 doesn't mean she's all of a sudden more mature. & i really wanted to talk to my mom. whatever. i like conversation a lot. it's great stuff. but i don't necessarily fancy boys playing with their food & personifying the ketchup bottle. but it's kind of funny, i suppose.

i didn't know what to say today.

"so will i see you again?"

"yeah, i'll see you around campus."

"uhm.. yeah. i guess."

<shrug> "friction is good."

"uhm.. yeah. i guess."

sigh. so i'm in missing mode. i'm listening to "last dance with mary jane." i like that girl from lolita. i wonder what she's going to do with herself. what a damn good book.

me: but you thought deidre was a freak, sort of, right?

scootie: not a freak. i just didn't want to be her girlfriend.

when the cat turned blue.