the sweet olive trees will take us away

dear top secret diary,

Newsflash!

Thomas Little is sleeping in my house, but I believe that he will shortly be moving into Mo Howlpop's house in the Marigny/Bywater area. I'll miss him. But I'm currently more than a little upset that there is no hot water in my house. I have to take showers at my neighbors. Big hugs and kisses to Issa and Genghis for letting me intrude upon them upteen zillion times.

I slept through the things I was supposed to do last night. I have to hang out with Austin and Leila big time. I missed the TUL show at Polynesian Joes. I was oddly tired from practicing with Johnny and hanging out all day. I get into fairly bad habits, like sitting a long time. It makes me feel antsy and weird.

Not writing makes me feel antsy and weird. Not drawing too. Not riding my bike, which I've been not doing for a bit. Naet naought knot. Hopefully since the weather's begun to clear up again I can hop back onto my bitchen ride and jet to various destinations around town. Then I won't have to worry about the softish bits forming around my thighs, middle, and boobs area. i just wish that my exterior was as hard and imposing as my ice cold heart, you know? Is that so much to ask?

I want my computer to work. The impase is to either reinstall programs in my old one or to wait until I get my new one. I don't think my parents will ever get around to sending me their Christmas present anytime soon, but oh well. At least I know that it will be pretty cool when I recieve it.

more
later

roaring only snoring

dear me oh my,

Last night I dreamed I was in a movie theater with Leila and that we had to clean a great deal of it, in particular the bathroom. It was extremely unpeasant, at least in the dream. Thomas Little, experimental animator, is staying in my apartment until he finds a job and a place of his own. Hopefully he'll find a pleasant gig so he can get some scratch and find an apartment of his own. Thomas and I were sleeping together (don't get any fresh ideas perverts, we're just friends and I don't want to besmirch Thomas' artfag rep) he told me I was talking in my sleep...