humble gerbil
12 April 2002 at 5:58 pm

therapy this morning was so absolutely fabulous. the shit i've been feeling isn't gone but it's sufficiently diluted. afterwards, beck's 'loser' was on the radio and it was so perfect. so i called joanna to tell her, but she wasn't around, so i tried esp and we talked while i drove to work and discussed boys and horniness and carlo.

fucking carlo. no san francisco this weekend, but next weekend perhaps. the only good thing about this potential situation is that he's harmless.

so work went by quickly. not really, actually. at all. i looked at the clock and it was 3p and i felt dread surround me as i realized i had 2 slow hours to go. christina was working, though, and she's fun.

i'm greasy and gross and it's time to shower and then head out to roma for sarah's concert debut. or something like that. shit, i hope it starts at 7:30 and not 6:30.

indeed, it starts at 7:30. and perhaps after i'll give the aforementioned christina a call to hook it up. yo.

i don't know why i get happier the more i get verification that i really am *that* fucked up, but i do.

sometimes, stonerzach just pisses me off so fucking much. case in point:

//frenchsmell (6:20:03 PM): americans assume everything is ok if you can spend money on it

theglitterfades0 (6:20:27 PM): meh, not in the mood for this. must shower. good bye.

frenchsmell (6:20:33 PM): so as long as you can spend money on pills and therapists, it will all be just fine//

who are you to talk, mr hallucinagenic? oh, except that doesn't count because it's illegal?

really must shower now though. wish sarah luck tonight. and if you wanna check it out, head to roma downtown around 7:30.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.