Friday, October 22, 2004 :::
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night,
running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
it had kept them going when
putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.
who the hell is going to save
as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:
you're going to have to save yourself.
a: he lit a cigarette
b: he poured another drink
c: gave the blade another spin.
--from The Last Night of the Earth Poems
::: at 3:34 PM
Monday, October 18, 2004 :::
Don't try to sleep with straight guys when your ex is around.
Don't laugh so accusingly whenever your ex makes bad sexual inuendos.
Do take the money.
Don't run, just take a cab.
If you can barely describe the colour, buy it.
(A light icey-lime greeney, something?)
::: at 1:48 PM
It's 12:30, I'm almost out of Pinot Noir and my underwear is on backwards.
I'm not really sure if this could be catagorized as an auspicious start.
Apparently Christian Laboutin shoes are auspicious.
I really, really fucking hate the word auspicious.
::: at 1:38 PM