April 04, 2002 :: 12:27 p.m.
the death of the raspberry swirl girl
Mer. Parents fighting again. I think this is why I don't go out of my way to talk about things; because the only sort of talking that ever goes on around here is arguing.
I had the strangest dream last night. It was scary, exciting, detailed, confusing, and slightly erotic. But mostly it was just very bizarre. I would go into it, but it would be quite a long explanation, and I don't feel like typing that much right now. I'd verbally recount it in no time flat, but to convey this most unusual of dreamtime experiences through the written word seems a bit too daunting at the moment. Perhaps later, though I'll probably forget about it by then.
I'm going to hang out with Joe for a while tonight. I don't really feel like it, but I haven't seen him in something like a week, and I cancelled our plans yesterday because I felt like poo. I don't know why I'm so reluctant. I'm bored. I don't want to be here. But at the same time, I don't want to go out because I know we won't do anything. I'll drive to Harrisburg and we'll sit around for a few hours. Woo? So exciting. It's not his fault, or mine, there's just nothing to do, especially when there's a mutual lack of funds. So really, I'd rather just stay at home. At least I could masturbate here or something.
I made raspberry cornmeal muffins last night, from a recipe in How It All Vegan! - they're kind of good. I got 24 baby muffins out of a recipe that was supposed to make 6, so I'm really afraid to think about how huge they make their muffins.
Ho hum. I'm going to draw or something.
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