Jan 02, 1990 17:17
*lots of scribbled marks* *hardly distinguishable*
I want my old notebook back. I'd feel a lot safer. I really don't want anybody reading about some of the stuff I wrote. Like about secret stuff... like Nani. And Roger. And Sam and... And... Jake.
Roger and Mimi are doing it on the floor. Like. You can just picture me flailing wildly. RIGHT THERE. I'm sitting in our bathtub right now. It's kind of weird... I haven't touched this since... April. I always used the shower. It's not as private - there's no fucking curtain around the shower. What's up with that?? - but it didn't feel creepy to sit in. It's not working very well as a hiding place either. This room echoes.
It's like having a fucking porn movie playing in the next room and I can't find the remote. And it's ... really turning me on. I do not like this predicament. Hand... keeps wanting... to go down pants... Must resist...
~Mark
Still dunno the time