Oh, valenteen!

Mar 19, 2005 09:09

I fell, and my hand has a big ol' scrape on it. It's going to be the fourth scar I have on account of Dar, however directly or indirectly. I adore that crazy kid. Actually it was really my fault though. I don't know. We went to buy band-aids at the gas station and this weird elf guy who was missing teeth cleaned it out for me. He said I was lucky that he was certified in first aid because I could've gotten a blood infection. I said I was lucky I was drunk because I couldn't feel it. You mustn't be so disapproving! It was Saint Patricks Day, and my Half Birthday.

I have to go back in two days. Suddenly the world is laced with a sense of impending doom...

I am a bad influence and I don't care. What a day, that one was. Channy and Dar and Mar, trips to the bank. I'll miss the times. I'm glad I finally got my shopping/drinking champaign with bums at the bust stop/ Daft Like Jack/ Wonderbread adventure with Channy. And Dar. And then Marianne. What darlings. I didn't get to say goodbye to everyone. I never do, never will. What a night though. I can't even recall every detail. I'll miss everything terribly. I'll miss the way she says, "deordorant". Dar looks hot in my jeans. Mar and I smoked in a graveyard yesterday. .bad.ass.

I'm going to steal the painting at Nordstrom, with the squirrel and the dog. It said, "Nippers had grown..."

"Curiousity is belligerence in its purest form."
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