2001-09-03 - 12:51 a.m.
and holy shit, character kicked my ass tonight. ok its so damn pure. no, its more like it takes you somewhere pure. some pristine sanctuary that is so surreal that you convince yourself youre dreaming. thats what its like.
this weekend has been great. god, long weekends rule. dave weekends rule. weed rules. long-dave-weed weekends rule. and theres still one more day! kickass!
i dreamt last night that taka died. i remember yelling and screaming, at the funeral. on the floor. bawling. balistic. i saw him today at the movies and it was the biggest relief. god, i dont know what id do without that kid.
i got some of my art done today. im not that proud of it. mrs humbert better not screw me over though. im still pissed i didnt know about these projects.
im thinking of seth. knowing what hes feeling tonight. it hurts just to know.
thinking of dave, and smiling.
my donnas tribute. theres gonna be one every night for a while now, so watch out. "hey little girl youre tryin to get with my guy? ive got two words- hands off or baby ill make you cry. i dont pull hair and I dont fight dirty, but piss me off at 9 and youre lunchmeat by 9:30!" yeah! lunchmeat! 9:30! yeah! girls rock! -from the song, aptly named, "hot pants."
