Friday, March 05, 2004
I am horrible. A really awful person. The biggest joy of my day has been this mild drama with D's roommate, who told D that she was upset that I left my backpack in the living room. No, no, she actually said that she doesn't want to see my "underwear", but my "underwear" was inside the backpack.
D and I are both travelling something called "the existential desert." You'll have to excuse the hackneyed expression, but it means that we are both insistent on being loners, but looking at one another from afar. The funny thing is, he would say that he agreed to be on the existential dessert thing with me because he thought i was pretty, or cute or something.
All this to say, that he too happens to have deathophilia. Funny. But I kind of hate him anyways. Back to my 40 oz corona.
D and I are both travelling something called "the existential desert." You'll have to excuse the hackneyed expression, but it means that we are both insistent on being loners, but looking at one another from afar. The funny thing is, he would say that he agreed to be on the existential dessert thing with me because he thought i was pretty, or cute or something.
All this to say, that he too happens to have deathophilia. Funny. But I kind of hate him anyways. Back to my 40 oz corona.
# posted by Jessica @ 5.3.04 
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