you certainly do know how to take a gal out on the town!
ice-cream parlors, mariachi bands at the park & my saying that I like the way they can sing, they’re so loud.

it’s nice that you wouldn’t let me drink out of that nasty pond, today. you were concerned for my safety, you know. you were worried for me ( Read more... )

I’m talking about kibbie. the total fucking asshole. the one my dad promises to take a baseball bat to, if they should ever meet again. I’m talking about kibbie from high school. the one who lives out in the boonies, where all of the streets are called after planets, constellations. kibbie, the one with hair like a dog’s, the one who limps ( Read more... )

my roommate/the boy who took my virginity/dagan was wearing my jeans, t-shirt, sunglasses all night & I do declare: boys who look like me are fucking fine!

goodness it is almost as if I am old.
I have my very own can opener! I’ve got a toaster, a butter-dish, a 300-dollar antique sofa. I have air-conditioning & dishwashing soap & these overwhelming feelings of gratitude, guilt ( Read more... )

after one year’s service as a vegetarian, I relapsed on a piece of pork roast. what can I say?
so I am the sort of gal who leaves too many messages, has sex with damn near strangers, cries afterwards.
I take pictures of myself. I am lousy at Spanish. no one is perfect.

three nights ago at the ramp house, Malichi takes one look at me and immediately begins to express his feelings of disappointment, sadness.

two nights ago, I ate pizza with toppings on it for the first time in my life, did parachutes, and watched this movie starring Jack Nicholson as the DEVIL ( Read more... )

so I fucked this skinny hunchbacked kid for a few days, & now look at me- I’m as desperate as an illegal alien, as disheartened & depressed as cancer patients, endangered species.

the thing is, I’m way out of his league, & he STILL left me because he thought I was a prostitutegood lord ( Read more... )

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Dagan’s mom tells me how good I look, 11 months of inpatient treatment and 40 pounds later. she gives me so many fucking slips, even after she notices/asks about my arms ( Read more... )

I am drunk so much, in my party-dress, picking tangerines & getting into trouble. I mean, really getting into it.
you know I might even get a tattoo? oh, my.