Oh, gawd, all I ever do is look back and laugh at everything that has happened. Retrospective laughter: 1/2 embarrassment, 1/2 oh well.



Yesterday after a torturous 2.5 hour class where no one (adults! these are adults!) knows how to use a fucking ruler, I watched Labyrinth in the park. Tracy left and didn't come back for a long time.

Me: "Tracy, I was so worried about you! I didn't know what happened!"
Monty: "You didn't look so worried when you were asleep on the grass."
Me: "Well that was my way of dealing with it!!!" (shrilly voice)

Went on a walk with Monty. Sitting in a tree, talking about his time in the slammer:
"You know how everyone in jail says they're not guilty? Everyone in jail really is not guilty."

Saw my friends play a good show. Schmoozey events. Speaking into the ears of my friends, hand on the crook of the elbow; we take turns talking and listening, like we're using tin can phones.


Old WWSS:
I lay on the bed in the dark, laughing at the things I think of.
Getting off on the pornography of my past.