3:17 p.m. x 2003-10-08

I � MANDA. this was going to be one of those painful, brooding, bleeding-heart entries full of pent up longing and anxiety. i wouldn't have talked about christ "congenially" groping dan dan the fire man (nor would i have caught the typo that i'd written "christ" instead of "chris", which i leave for myself to be mildly amused by the thought of jesus fondling dan's manbreasts), nor would i have thought to mention the fact that hooray! clare's party is on friday! instead all you would've gotten was the messy, inarticulate slush of thoughts that is my writing when i'm sad.

BUT!!! manda has saved you! from this fate. and now...you know what?

i have nothing to write about...*poof*.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
interviewinterviewinterview
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)