for once, it's nice to be able to sit down and just work on a paper. This is giving me something to think about, and that's good right about now.

egh. Swirling thoughts = bad = non. pro. ductive.
Word of the day = egh.
As in: "egh. I nearly punched the leering, dirty old men who followed me down the street in Toronto this afternoon." I really wish I had. Lack. of. respect. egh. I'm feeling quite angry today. Prickly. Distressed. Y'know?

Music: Tori - boys for pele

No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist
She's ready to confess
All the things that i never thought
That she could feel and

Hey Jupiter
Nothing's been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought you'd see with me
You wouldn't have to be something new

Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know you know
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my hearts soaking wet
Boy your boots can leave a mess

Hey Jupiter
Nothing's been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to

And I thought I wouldn't have to keep
With you
Hiding

Thought I knew myself so well
All the dolls I had
Took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab
For a girl who couldn't choose between
The shower or the bath

And I thought I wouldn't have to be
With you
A magazine

No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear he's gone
And this little masochist
Is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel
Hey Jupiter

10:55 p.m. - 2003-03-23