11.11.2002

anything related to fingering reminds me of junior high school despite the fact that the farthest i got in junior high was second base.
i wish i could be a gogo dancer and i would dance to stereo total and soviet all day long and never get sick of it. that show was rawkus depite all the scensters that made the mistake of thinking they were at a fashion show. i'm starting to think dance parties are really where it's at. i think that's all i really want out of life. i like how johnny and i both dance like rabbits on speed. and i made ben junior high dance with me. and cristina joined johnny and i for a little l'amour a trois. screw you, fashionistas. unless you are kevin and can get away with wearing a pink ensemble.
i got asked to lunch which got me asked to a party and explosions in the sky and then got me asked to see beck on tuesday. god damn you, nice boy. i dunno. i think the closer i get to dating seriously, the more i get freaked out. and the boy has a track record of long long term relationships. and i'm not saying that i'm so sure that i'm awesome enough that i'll be with him for a long time. but at the rate things are going that could happen and that's fucking scary. i could use a beer to contemplate the situation. i say it's all i want. but when it comes down to it, i get too scared. we stayed up all night talking twice in a row.
i secretly wish i was a european fashion model.
if anyone can track down a white mesh polo shirt for me, i'll give them candy.
i like tortillas a lot better when someone else uses their money to get them for me. and i like ice cream sundaes that cost seventy cents divided by three. i like the hot shot of johnny's b-boy crotch i took upon all hallow's eve and talking about the photo cake we're going to get for the engagement slash costume slash dance party we're throwing on wednesday. cristina will finally be mine as we tie cans to the back of our pants. did you see her drool like niagra falls? yowza.
despite the amount of time between burning brides and today, i still keep thinking about just how scary that bassist was.
i think i'm practically a boy in will and jack's minds. i don't think they know a pervier girl. and i get to hear them complain about bushy pushys and girls that say i think i'm falling in love with you to which the kid visiting in the room replied no you're not. oh and the computer backgrounds housing girls that wear bathing suits and have fine asses.
i like boxer briefs but i don't know anyone that wears them other than ben. and umm..
we drove to see kevin's art on south congress and got distracted by the pretty designer clothes on wooden and metal racks in the store that hosted him. i should have drunk a glass of wine and spouted pretentiousness. and then i should have stolen that maroon sweatshirt and courderoy coat.
all of us are on a chuck palaniuck kick. i aced through fight club and i have a fourth of invisible monsters to go. and i read animal farm in between the two to be informed of mussolini and stalin.
school blows right now.
my flannel sheets are cuddly and soft like blankets.