April 23, 2003 - 10:07 a.m.
dot com, dot com, dot com,
nothing much to say...
wanna be a pornstar, but only in your room... only in your arms, only in your head.
mel freaked me out yesterday with her rapid-pant sexual crescendo... with zed!?
maybe its the accent.
maybe its just one of those things.
wearing my self-service shirt...for the third morning in a row...perhaps the message is unclear.
drinking mint green tea... stealing as much tea as i can before i check out of this joint.
My uniform has been my empty eyes as i go to fill my belly... trying to dislocate the her from the now... even as she sits surrounded at the table just the throw of a utensil away. Hush now... little one, calm those angsty fists... pout a little, you'll feel better. My thumb just don't fit no more.
oh, and to you... by the way, i'm not mad.
