girls are dumb says comrade
2002-11-21 ~ 3:45 a.m.

tonight there was amusement...

tonight i am pretty well snookered i think...

don't think/ no thinking/ not about any of it...

my knife is so close...achingly close.

it wants me...is nice to be wanted. but no...

i get pissy when the "doc" asks if building my fence is more important than a session. when, in fact...at this moment, it is.

because a session is not going to keep me in a place to live, the fence is.

*taking the mysterious magical 'blue pill'*

tomorrow...if you need me, just drive down the alley way...

i'll be the chick in the backyard building a fence...

tomorrow night is a s'retseh birthday celebration...

and friday...a dee is coming to town?!

if so, the dentist and heidi will be there...

and there will be dancing.

the dentist's hands are insured...worth millions. *smiling*

i can not help but wonder if that is liability or full coverage...what a beautiful thing.

years from now, when i am doing stand up and the dentist who just finished law school is a lawyer, i will be using some variation of that in a skit...

bet on it.

in other rambling news...

"coat girl" was present, with her friend...

cheese omelettes are good...

we have achieved a status beyond that of "preferred customer"...

i can't get "one last breath" out of my head...

and it does feel like falling, and i do want to escape.

this weekend is going to be interesting i am thinking.

and the "i speak seven languages, am a pilot, and a model" chick so violated me with the touching...

though the whole conversation involving the show friends was great...

"i speak seven languages, am a pilot, and a model" chick's friend says...

"you know that show, friends? you look like...oh, what is the name?"

me...

"chandler?"

hehehe...well, i thought it was funny.

why do girls gotta be so damn dumb?

playing the "nickels falling" song for a mouse...

we should all recite our affirmations now.

i am falling over...

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