It is way too hot up in here.
That is all I can say.
No one has tried to find me.
Where is everyone?
Has the plane landed?
Is the break over?
GR--email today, yesterday, coming to visit us soon. lucky you.
I am going to look for you until I am blue in the face.
Right now my face is like...the White Stripes: red and white.
It is much too hot to write in here, look I am already relating my skin tone to newly mtv accepted indie bands.
It is an old day and I am already sick of it.
I am over this cycle: up and then back to bed, only to get up again.
What is the point?
Up or down?
Make a choice.
I choose no school, I choose no hot air cutting me up, I choose no silent echoing of my tears fallen upon the floor.
I went to the dentist today.
I used to love the dentist.
My new office is old and spooky and dirty and ick.
So I did not like the dentist anymore.
But then I did because my new dentist is cute and like the smiths.
Now I don't because he freaks me out, much too clean...very big and white teeth.
I liked your white teeth, but this is different.
My teeth are very clean though; I would bite your neck and leave no trace of my love.
I am going with my mom and my buddy to a wedding this weekend. There are going to be fire dancers and drums and djs and other crazy things, and a service by Tom (Papa Tom of the phoenix theater). Crazy old punk rockers getting married now, having Tom do their services.
I would have Tom Waits do mine, in song...you crazy devil you.
Turn everyone on with "Ice Cream Man" and get everyone in love with his hoarse yet soothing voice.
But I have yet to find a boy to take me to the other wedding. I have asked a million people I think, and there are some I am not allowed to take...some who just returned from the ocean...cough cough...nevermind.
I think I will take my original date Jane. I mean, I wanted to take on of my friends that is a boy because they could save me from slow dancing with old men my dad married me into. But no no no. No one will take me...maybe I will ask Eni. He is my bud, and he is nice. Oh but if only I could bring my Southern boy. He would brighten the day with his smile and his charm. My friend. He says he is coming soon. But how soon is now?