29.XI.2002 :::: 17.40

a question for the floor. if i like the nighttime so much, why am i so angry & dejected in the winter, when the sun sets at 5.30 & the nights are long?

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when i was leaving work today, by which i mean when i was waiting for the bus & staring at the miraculously blue sky, this man in a white pickup truck pulled up to the stop & asked me if i wanted a ride.

why? why? why?

who, steering his car up to the bright-haired lady at the bus stop, thinks she will say yes?