7:51 p.m. x 2005-01-03
kara gave me an a*some note today (people say it's techno!) and i misanthroped with my brother listening to tool and the "buffy the vampire slayer: once more, with feeling" album. i'm feeling very anxious and terrible, which is just circumstance...(like not just out of nowhere, some mysterious yuck, but a tangible series of events that happen to be complete shit). i wrote for hours last night before crashing to watch commentary on "twin peaks" episode 3.
i'm going to be a resident of twin peaks for next halloween. i'm going to wear a sweater and perm my hair and smile perversely. or, then, quite specifically, i want to be audrey horne (saddle shoes, baby. saddle shoes). it'd be cool if david bowie would dissolve magically into my room in a flash of midgets and then disappear again.
it'd also be cool if i could speak backwards/looped forewards. yeah. i could go for that. did you see him?
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start