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2002-11-30 || 10:53 p.m. || it's a mortal Zin! || quite frankly. i am getting a bit tipsy on mummy's leftover white zin (i know! horrendous!) and i am alone and i know i have been watching too many romantic comedies/cable tv shows because a)feeling very insecure about self and b) am getting those cinematic moments like. i don't know. (gulping white zin.)(once michael and i saw a bumper sticker that read: 'friends don't let friends drink white zin.' so true! where are ye now, fair michael?) like. sitting on the front porch absolutely savoring the cigarettes now that the parents have been safely shuttled to their far away zip code. and. trying on fancy clothes just for the god damn hell of it. and. calling ton up to repeat samantha jones' latest scandalous line (we are a bit obsessed at the moment... 'hello my name is fabulous.'). and, earlier, if i can be so bold in my chronological inconsistencies, standing in the parking lot of the presidio bowl debating whether to bring in kelly's camera to snap candids of morrissey in the effing snack bar (so morrissey-like, good heavens, lovely chin and all. except this fellow came in on a bike and was wearing more spandex than i care to think about.). and. yes. the cinematic moments: having an out-and-out conversation with meow meow, who has been curiously affectionate and agreeable of late. and. listening to bad emo and lots of fashionable languishing. and. well. sitting here in a hotel housekeeping uniform a lot tipsy on mummy's white zin (horrendous. i know.). fuck. i need to go find me some sort of life i think. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |