Enormous poof Thursday, July 4, 2002 In my dream, I was looking at the face of the great mole squinty from the side. We were in a dark room with lots of other people, but we were in a seperate moment together, at least to the point where I was a craft caught in her gravity. She wasn't looking at me, but I felt her connecting with me out of the corner of her eye, her indescribably heavy eye. Her face makes me feel as though my stomach is coated in drain cleaner and my brain covered in sugar. Julie leaned over to tell me how much this other girl weighed, because Kathleen had given everyone a survey while we were watching this video. And this girl put down 270 pounds. There was another question about what is the weight of your perfect mate. I will use that word because it's hilarious, yet accurate. And I was about to write down 270, knowing that she would see it, but then I thought to write down 271 in order to be defient. Then it occured to me, she doesn't weigh 270 pounds I think. She has made that up. So I was left looking at her back and thinking about passing her at that party and reading about her online. Somehow it matters to me that I am writing this online and not just in my head. |
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