Tuesday, March 23, 2004


I'm tired.
I hate Tuesdays.
They're worse than Mondays.
Mondaies? Mondaies.

P and I acted like kids last night.
Kids that build forts and pretend they're hiding from the cops.
Kids that smoke in said fort and talk about sex.

I sent a text to SuperDave.
He replied.
I called him darling.
He called me mi amor.
I could marry him.

I have to work today.
A lot.
So I guess I better get on that.
I need a new job.

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