(Carry My Joy On The Left, Carry My Pain On The Right)

10:36 p.m. x 2007-03-08

jimmy came over while i was not dressed and wrestled me onto the bed and snuggled with the pillow i gave him. THAT PILLOW...oh my god. i also got him the star trek movie box set, which is awfully attractive. not as attractive as he is, mind you.

it's his birthday tomorrow, and he's nineteen. and he has to work all day. errrrgh. his district manager was terrorizing the store today and he was extremely upset, but hopefully that means she won't be there the entire time tomorrow. mmm. i hope the pillow cheers him up.

i am furiously plowing away at le screenplay. i've just hit 98 pages and downloaded "medulla" to hang out with me while i complete the principle writing of the little guy. i liked "possibly, maybe" i lot more when i thought bjork was saying "possibly, maybe, probably no" as opposed to "probably love". i just felt like that fit better.

...i paused writing this for the lengthy length of time it took to talk to jimmy on the phone amidst his nyquil and cuddle-time with the new pillow, which he his enjoying the shit out of!, and watch a full-length documentary on obesity that was posted on youtube. agh. i can't wait until the ravages of illness and anne the district manager cease to devour my loved one so that he and i may sit together and then roll over and be intimate. mmmmmmmmmmm.

i love jimmy. and bjork. and my motherfucking son of a bitch screenplay.

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

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11