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3rd August 2002

12:01am: sparks fly out as you roll down the street.
Jane just told me that my cat Stella is vain because she stares at herself in the mirror and in the shower door. I think Stella is so pretty. I love my cats. I love your cat. Dave loves my cats says Jane. Dave har har enough said.







This is the first time in so long that I have come home from a show and was not depressed. I still have this fucking burst of energy. It is called joy I think. WOw.


I get it. You do not have to play those old games with me. I have played them all before. I understand. Do not worry. Do not waste your time trying to show me.


My mom told me about you tonight. She told me you are looking to play the field and get laid. Ok. Who isn't? She also told me that you might like me but I do not seem like that type of girl and you do not really want a real relationship. So I am just a girl you want to be friends with. Ok just tell me so I can know. Who ever said I did not want to just hit that? I am very amorous I would probably not hit it and quit it because I would be emotionally attached but it sounds good in theory. I mean, you sound so much like Joseph right now I want to vomit. You do not want to "lead me on" oh har har. That is such a ccc thing to say. I mean. Why do I keep finding boys that want my body then say "I do not want to lead you on" and seem like they are nice for doing that but really they are teases. I want your body boy. Ok? I thought you wanted mine as well but maybe I was confused. I am definitely not trying to force you into some little relationship. I am all for taking time. Jane just showed me the definition in her bicep. I get no action. I just thought of that. I. I I... where are you now? You did a change just like he did. First you want to kiss me then you do not want to touch me. I am the confused one here. I am out of the loop. I am out of your arms. And I am cold without you.






Make a move on me, not a love move, a body one. Just whatever. Explain.







So. G-Bib wow. What can I say? We match we mesh. Hit and quit it is what they say. Jane just showed me that it says oi on my pillow. Yes dear it does.



We act so high right now. It is very funny to me.




Oi dear, oi.




ha haha


So anyway. Back to G-bib. So yeah we uhhh who knows there is nothing here. I can not make a move on anything. I mean I am in such a bad place. If we were playing chess, I would be in check. Ehhh mate?





Jetta.




DJ M---I missed you and Morgan and my present.




I am happy. Because I am allowing myself not to care. Apathy is the best medicine for depression.




I want action. But I know I aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh......








AMOROUSNESS>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>







Why wont someone date me so I can feel ok about hitting that. I mean why don't boys like them? It is like a always there hit that. You children are horny right? You would get more action in a relationship than not. I know.





Spleeeennnn...Jane's tummy ate her spleen.



Oh let's take time and you can explain to me what you are thinking because I am not in the mood for another PRH. You know? I could not do that. No more games.




If you do not mind, I am sure you would not you don't like me, I will just pretend to pimp it all.






Drummer Pete and singer Pete (same man) hot ass. Just like to say. pelvic thrusts out into the crowd. Wow. It pissed me off that you would not touch me because wow the night was sooo made for that. It was such a night of amorousness and disappointment in you.



"Clear the streets aww that's sweet I'm gonna give up candy, be my butter-finger"
Current Mood: horny
12:54am: one thing
Some boy just called me a "impatient, nerdy, bohemian beauty"



Do you agree? Smoke again. I love the cigs you smoke. I love smoke. I am addicted to it.
10:35am: I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera.
First thing Jane said. She said Iggy Pop was on Pete and Pete as a mean neighbor who wanted to get rid of Artie. She says it was a two part episode, called "farewell my little viking". wow. Iggy.

Second thing Jane said. In the midwest there is a thing called Beanie-Weanie casserole, for bachelor's to make, or soccer moms, it is sliced up hot-dogs and baked beans with ketchup on top...then they bake and eat it.
Ick.
Beanie-Weanie casserole.




Jane is a well of knowledge.



Special note to you: all I want is your body. So give it up yo.
Current Mood: nervous
4:12pm: in the sun I cut off your finger, stole your gun.
Went out today. I found little treasures. I found a Siouxsie and the Banshees tape, along with a silly little Violent Femmes tape, and the Ice Castles movie soundtrack on record. Oh my. All for fifty cents. It is lovely to get things like that. I love Siouxsie, sexy biatch she was then.




So, I went to our little Petaluma market and found a cute little hippie dippy that I wanted but it was 35 dollars. Oh my! I have no money so I laughed and cried and walked away. I need a good little hat, the weather here is scary.




So gosh, this music makes me want to get some "or something" if you know what I mean and I think you do. I have no concept for age. Wow, I just used that word in the wrong context but again, I am tired and you know what I mean. I look at old 22 year old men and little like 13 year olds. I need help.



But I mean boys I really like are in my range.
No.



Never mind bread wanting boy.


I am working on it I swear.
Current Mood: mischievous
4:20pm: ok. dip it again. my plans were cancelled someone call me to do something.
I forgot to say something:


She fell in love with a drummer she fell in love with another, she fell in love, she fell in love.


What a silly song.
5:21pm: take me out tonight
if a double decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.
No really, someone take me out tonight.
Take me anywhere, I don't care.
7:08pm: stop. rewind. hit me with your best shot.
I need a drink.
I need a smoke.
I need a snog.
I need a shag.
I need some plans for tonight.
It is already 7 pm.
Chances are I will sit at home watching TV and reading.
Chances are I will hate it.
Chances are I would much rather have someone over with me.
Truth is I have the house to myself tonight.
My roommate and mother is out helping someone have a baby.
So though it sounds a little kinky, it is not so much.
Someone should come to me.
You could take a bus.
You could take a car.
Just take something and come on over.
I need a nap.
I need a snog.
I need a new trench coat.



Catch my drift?

Call someone that knows you and knows me and get my number. Call me up and we can find a way for you to get here. And depending on who reads this and is bored as well, you could help me with my needs.



Nothing.
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