Uh huh. So I randomly got trashed last night, spewing all of my
homosexual affection for all around me–mostly because in the inside, I
am that soft, hugging girl who just wants to spread the love.

But the love spread on me last night, and ended up pushing me over the
bowl this morning, in efforts to wretch that beast called nausea out of
my body.

It didn’t work.

Ah, but anyways, I got this call a little while ago about some high
school people in town. It’s funny, Jenny and I are always coming
together to entertain some lushy old high school friend more often than
we put effort into hanging out without the excuse.

At this point my verbs are all slammed into the side of my head like
some weathered jelly doughnut. And my uterus spits pain–oh, I think
the egg’s getting ripe.

Sickkkk.

I did all this transcribing today. It’s actually kind of cool to hear
things like police interrogations or the third quarter meeting of some
big fat jeans empire. Puts a spin on things, especially when you
consider that our American values are consumerism we infect the rest of
the world with, but not that editorial. Not tonight.

My life is about to change. Hard core big time. Hope so. Because I need a different boat to paddle on for a while.

I also am growing a small volcanic tumor-like pimple on the side of my nose.

Ick.