hey, remember when this used to be a Web site about a really sort weird tall girl? a lonely girl who whined about never being loved and how she couldn’t ever get laid, a site…
Date Archives September 2004
not dead yet
“hey jerky, thanks for asking if i got tickets to that concert that sold out in 45 minutes,” i said, kicking the artguy’s chair. “well i figured since you weren’t dead that you got tickets,”…
alleviating the weird juju and getting back to the euphoria
“guess what?” i screeched into the phone. “what?” sister #2 asked. “the tickets, they sold out in 45 minutes.” “WAHOOO!” she shouted. “how do you know?” “i was reading it on my paul westerberg message…
the weird juju contaminates what should be a moment of elation
i am alive. i got tickets. i am going to live, until possibly tomorrow or friday at the very least. there is weird juju about and i think something big might be happening. of course…
eight minutes
tickets go on sale. if i don’t get them, i will DIE. this might be the last you ever hear from me.
not so angry now
“where are you going?” i howled. “i’m still angry.” “if we have to stay here until your unangry, we’ll never get to leave,” the artguy said. but they stayed and now i’m a little less…