03.30.2004 10:27 am
martini

Whatever. So much, I blame others for what goes wrong with me. Is it my lines? I'll never know. Something about ego, and late nights, and a movie I half-slept-through. The food makes me sick, and I still dream of wasting away. So close, this play, without any answers yet save one, my answer to him, the one true thing, and it made me cry because it's simple and true. She loses so much. Fuckin' orphans. Noise is a friend? I hope CM can fix my computer.

Dorms pull me back into this warbling elevator-crook life, clanging up the shaft like a penny would make the obverse journey. And all this rambling is I can't write the way it is, although to know the reflection would be the end, my destination. Perhaps more than that if.

And one of them called me, sadness in his voice. I'm sorry. You should learn not to cling to people that treat you like shit. Good lesson, so I'm told. Take the hint.

Welcome back, I fell a little but what can you expect in tech week. A movie was delicious but the damn futon gets me every time and I feel like my hips are deformed. I almost quit smoking but I failed. I should remember, next time, not to start again. I fled from the cops, too, because they can't take my license again without some long-term effects, like cancer. What's a driver in Maine without her license? What's a martini without a martini glass? It's a bottle of gin with olives. Me.

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