my new entry. trying to make this less cryptic though doing so takes some of the fun out of it.
rain, how you vex me so.
feeling very lonely after so much company.
i work. i come home. i write. i work. i come home. i write. i work. i come home. i write. i work. i come home. i write. and on the fifth day, i goof off. on the sixth day, i go to the gold star for beer. on the seventh day i go to the buddhist temple. wow. that looks even worse now that i have plucked it out of my head and committed it to the english language.
i, losericus.
meeting r. for breakfast at leo's tomorrow - weekdays being the only days it isn't full of the evil that is invading this neighborhood (ie J.Crew-clad yuppie doofuses and their Barbie girlfriends) if stare-y guy is there i am going to walk right up to him and stick my tongue down his throat. yeah, right. or maybe i'll say, "hey - starey guy, take a picture." or maybe i will blush and look away like i always do.
every boy who likes me lives far away, so i remain the lonely lass.