2003-11-04 - 10:27 p.m.
im listening to pink on an alarm clock radio, sipping a pabst blue ribbon, wearing plaid pajama pants and an awesome esprit sweatshirt from the 8th grade. my contacts are dry and ready to pop out, and i just left brian all alone in his room with a raging boner. now i think its jamirouquai, or the like. im not wearing a bra. there are cookies in my desk drawer, actually just one choc chip cookie in a plastic container that used to hold ten grocery store bakery cookies. im happy that i just finished writing a shorty paper on my fears of being a teacher, but im dreading tomorrow, when i will have to put together something for a first draft of a major research paper. my shins are all scabby and nasty; ive developed a compulsive shin-scratching habit, and the results are pretty disgusting. now its some rap, which i prefer. its easier for me to listen to bad black people music than bad white people music. brians trying to write a paper, but maybe ill go interrupt. i find it difficult to talk with my other roommate, chris, unless we are in a car or in front of the tv.
