the white knight's talking backwards

4:12 p.m. x 2007-05-03

last night was one of mystery and intrigue. jimmy and i were invited out by duff, and we had dinner at a diner and lightly reminisced, mostly listen. duff's a show. it was hilarious, and certainly something i hadn't done in a very very very long i'd like to head out and do a small amount of shopping. i'm not really down with the mood swings that come with the menstruating territory. i'm not used to it. ughghgh.

there are some things i've felt terribly and totally inarticulate, misunderstood and stupid about that have been bugging me lately. a tearing, torrential ambivalence, and i've not yet found the right way to put it. i can feel people begin to put words in my mouth as soon as i bring it up. i don't even know what i'd say if i started to talk.

this is all because i got two hours of sleep, i believe. and i shouldn't be blogging with a cloudy head.

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