centre of the universe
i can�t sleep!!
this sucks. i have to get up soon to pick up my mum and then go to work.
too much enjoying of the boy�s super, super comfy bed [complete with rad new bed linen thanks to his sugar mummy] after the boy has left its confines is to blame.
i haven�t been doing much. just working, and commuting between here and work and the snooty north shore.
i am not troubled enough for the kinds of writing you would�ve seen this time last year.
in fact, i am perfectly content with most aspects of my life.
i�m going to melbourne at the end of this month. the boy is going to show me the town he calls home. don�t say anything to him, but i am really, really excited about it.
however, i ache to write something swimming with angst. something deep. paragraphs that paint pictures just the way dave eggers� do. something fucking intense. im just not in the right mind frame.
if you have the passwords and etc, you should go read my old journal, for neat words and pain.
dear miss anhnie and miss applerobot, you girls rock my socks!!
03/10/2004 03:37