Tuesday, September 07, 2004
a new coat of paint.
something has descended. suddenly, i want to make out with people. i'm not going to do anything, but i'm curious what has knotted my panties over the last week or so. young platonic friends, people on the street, recently brokenhearted friends of friends who arouse my pity . . . and apparently, my ardor. i want to bump noses with them. wassup, world? how come i want to get dressed up and tipsy and play spin the bottle?
