friskin

"You're only eighteen once."

"The thing that scares me the most is.... an angry middle-aged woman."

I just heaved a sigh of relief and dread and guilt and heartache and total exhaustion.

"Couldn't you just call him and tell him that I died?"

Well, I'm not going to take the easy way out. I didn't and I don't hope to ever again. Maybe I took and easier way out, but I was completely honest and there's not a whole lot more I could do. I'm disappointed that I couldn't follow through, but I am so glad I didn't let it go any longer. Tally it up on my list of failures.

This is going to be a monsterous weekend. A good follow-up to this monsterous week.
De-froing, lunch with the family, movie night, New York State Museum with Mike Twin, and then the ultimatest party with this dork.

Why am I listening to twangy country alt-pop?

HUMP DAY.

I must admit, by the time we were going on hour thirteen, I was getting a bit edgy.

Yes, we have no bananas.

I don't think I like you, but I guess we all get what we deserve.

Personally, I got a card in the mail:

"Have you noticed that all of a sudden it's cool to be really uncool?"
[Picture of really dorky fat kid with glasses.]
"...This must be like lottery-time for you, huh?"

And then in sloppy cursive:
"Beck- Have a great day! You are one super person - true blue. See you soon, Davey"

As in Davey Jones. And David Cassidy. And somehow this made it all better.

"This guy is like a dream come true. Mmmmwah!"

I was born in the wrong decade.

Patience and Prudence.

So I bought a scrapbook. It cost my two dollars, slightly damaged. Soon the remnants of the past eighteen years will be inside.

Soon = eventually = within the next five weeks.

I'm scared to begin the countdown.

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone...

Oh, and I got my work study assignment. It's with grounds/maintenance at the physical plant. I have absolutely NO idea what this will entail, but I'm just going to hope for the best.

Well, isn't THIS awkward?

I do believe my heart will explode

the next time we are in the same room

if not sooner.

In case you were wondering...

I love you.

You're not who you think you are.

Dear Bank,

WHY DON'T YOU WANT MONEY? WHY??? THIS DOES NOT MAKE SENSE TO ME.

Love,
Dissatisfied Customer