Sunday, October 26, 2003
my breath?
hmm. a small bird is telling me that no one has read this blog since october 16th. i wonder if that's true.
i had a naptime dream about sonya last week. she had taken out a space in a shopping mall and called it "the hideout," and it was a place where girls could go to play with makeup and make clothes out of blankets. there was also a weird spinning maypole with lots of white strings on it.
i went out with the best one last night. the best one pretends to be an ingenue, but she is actually a longshoreman. if you have ever seen her light a cigarette from a bar candle, you know what i mean. she drank me under the table. she's also responsible for our conversation with a man in a black turtleneck who told us he was retired at thirtysomething, owned five clubs, produces films, just came back alone from a two hundred dollar dinner, and is flying to eastern europe in december to pick out a wife. i find all of this hard to believe, because the man smoked newport menthols.
i had a naptime dream about sonya last week. she had taken out a space in a shopping mall and called it "the hideout," and it was a place where girls could go to play with makeup and make clothes out of blankets. there was also a weird spinning maypole with lots of white strings on it.
i went out with the best one last night. the best one pretends to be an ingenue, but she is actually a longshoreman. if you have ever seen her light a cigarette from a bar candle, you know what i mean. she drank me under the table. she's also responsible for our conversation with a man in a black turtleneck who told us he was retired at thirtysomething, owned five clubs, produces films, just came back alone from a two hundred dollar dinner, and is flying to eastern europe in december to pick out a wife. i find all of this hard to believe, because the man smoked newport menthols.
