not much of an evening. wasn't at t's birthday bowling bash. i was feeling kinda ill and tired before we met for drinks and then the drinks and some bad blood that had arrived made it worse for me. we were never very close, but i think we could have been. if d hadn't of left i, then when k got together with t, i and t might have been it. i'll feel bad about it tomorrow. actually, i won't. i haven't said more than two words to t in eons...
right on.
you're insane.
congradulations, sucker.
tall americano.
no cream.

...

today i was chosen among one million other candidates to recieve a capitol one� gold mastercard� offer with exclusive gold-level benefits. am i moving up in the world or is the world just coming down?

i'm not used to attention. i'm used to hiding in stories and sketchbooks and inventions. i'm used to waiting. and waiting. and not to being tackled and tickled. i've been there before, yeah, and i know how to dish it up -- but each time it's the last time. i'm not the one that jumps up and takes a bow when the lights come back on. just one of the props. fooled everyone haha. the toys wait for the children to sleep. the mannequins wait for the mall to close. i wait for my mind to break.

but here i am and there she is and i'm okay and she's the bestest and i think that the show must go on.

nobody round here's going to pheonix.

faces made from tin-foil. letters written in ballpoint pen on handmade paper. avoiding advances, neglecting glances. when the last thing i need is the first thing that i get. the height of water when they leave the bath. sand for soap.