Monday, Jul. 01, 2002 4:59 p.m.
entry number 561

On Deck: Patsy Cline "Walking after midnight"

It's fucking hot here. Summer in Bako is like summer up in an oven. It's just too fucking hot. It makes me swear like crazy.

I have almost been at this diaryland address for a year. So with the time at my permalocked diary I have been here 1 1/2 years.

I'll be 23 on Wednesday. It's young and it's old. It's a number. It's one more year closer to the inevitable demise that I will someday reach.

Birthdays are like New Years a chance to measure your progress.

Well in the past year, I've gotten fatter, poorer and more depressed. I can't quite put my finger on what's causing it all. I'm only depressed when I'm alone or broke. And even now I am starting to come out of that too. Having some friends around seems to help...

I want to have a birthday party. But what kind of loser gives herself a party? And where would I have it? The only time to have it is on Friday after Jeremy's band practice. But there isn't anywhere to have it. And who would I invite? I really don't have that many friends to call my own. It would probably just end up being me and Jeremy and Matty and his boyfriend. If they came...

But the good news is Jeremy is taking me to Los Angeles on Thursday. YAY. I get to go dancing and go to P.F. Changs for dinner. I am pretty excited about that. I'm trying not to eat before then. Ha ha.

I need something to wear. It would be wrong of me to go shopping though. I have bills and might have to pay the storage room bill for my dad so I should save my money. Where the fuck is my income tax check? Jeremy got his in May.

The D1 thing is coming along great. Don't forget to log on to it on the 4th and give me a listen. D.J. Nowheregrrl in the house.

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