this is my 112th entry, and I am wary of breaking apart my favorite number.
today: thrift store with kim kira and mon petit frere, and ice cream and the beach. this past passed evening, the Helicopters, ... Empty Silos, Yes Sensei. loud dizzy fun with marks on other people to prove it.
gave this cute cool drummer girl my number, and am only half-sure of her name. wait, nevermind. I know it now, know. But I can't tell you now, for then she'll know.
rants in all mediums! I have all-appraising eyes.
(a terrible poem!)
I look at him and think
sex with him would be good but slow and desperate
and he likes to kiss your ribcage, just below your breasts.
his ex-girlfriend, who has peirced ears, twice times two-
he liked to put his head against her chest, listen to her
heartbeat while he touched her
listen to the change in pace
she didn't like it, she felt it proved her fake
he never knew it was part of why they ended.
(once again, the life stories of strangers! false, but somehow true conjecture!)
Posted by samantha at July 10, 2004 04:22 AM