Wednesday, Oct. 30, 2002 - 10:54 P.M.
Earlier, I was googled for Latvian Gangster. Honey, someone out there is looking for you!
Tonight I feel mostly:
- Slightly sad. Even though tickets are all sorted and I know it's not THAT far away, 89 days is 89 days too many.
- Angry with myself. Sometimes I fuck up and I can be really bad about being an adult. I try really hard to be good, but I'm like that hedgehog in the Mercer Mayer books. My intentions are great but I rarely manage to sucessfully execute a plan.
- Like tearing out my uterus.
- Lonely and in need of a hug.
- Unproductive, lazy, and not very useful.
- Like curling up into a ball and listening to some Nick Drake.
- Happy with myself for doing well on my diet and losing three pounds.
- Confident that this funk is only temporary and that I'll be ok come morning.
One of the members of Run DMC has been shot and killed in NY. Wow, that is really, really shitty. What the fuck is wrong with the world? Have I mentioned that I saw "Bowling for Columbine" last weekend? Go see it, now.
