okay. i'm passing up a sure-fire makeout session to do this paper.

i'm consoling myself with Pulp, and the fact that this is the last time i'll ever have to do this, since this is the last paper i'll ever write. [HA!]

and then dance, and drink, and screw... cause there's nothing else to do

Something about this album makes me think about warm, wet summer nights. It's playing from the window and i'm jumping up and down on a trampoline in someone's backyard. In the starlit dark.

I can't decide if that actually happened or if i just dreamed it. That happens to me a lot, these days.

12:41 a.m. - 2003-04-21