mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- riverdale I really, really do not want to go to work today. I don't, I don't. I want to lay in bed and watch Amelie over and over again, maybe make a few phone calls. (Speaking of "bed," Harold, Molly, I had a dream involving the both of you last night. Molly, you were in your mid-sixties, and you referred to almost everybody as a "fuckass." Harold, you were in a security guard uniform, and every time I came near you, you screamed. Weird.) I know my writing has been a little spotty lately. It's embarassing. It's just that I've been so busy with work, and my new friends, and when I do have a free moment, I'm tired and braindead and completely unable to write, period. It's kind of nice, you know, having people in my life again, but I miss my, um (dear god, this will sound lame) internet friends. No, wait. It's not as ridiculous as it seems. I have a handful of friends- three or four- that I have never met in person at all. Harold is one of my favorites, and Andrew, and Molly. These are REAL friendships, and... I forgot where I was going with this. Damnit. 12:52 p.m. - 2002-12-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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