sj: well, i guess i'll see you in the near future, hopefully.

rt: i don't think so.

sj: ever again?

rt: nope.

sj: so this is it?

rt: yup.

sj: you're kidding, right?

(rt gives me a look of amused disbelief)

rt: of course! what are you thinking??

sj: well, i don't know...

does this conversation prove that i'm the most gullible little shit in the world or that i'm just a girl?

to further prove i'm an idiot and a girl, here is a little diddy i wrote a half hour ago...

quarter to 3
saturday nite
last call done and
passed me by
get me out
get me high
get me anywhere
but in my own skin tonight
i'm not confused
i'm not conflicted
i'm human
and i need to be loved
just like morrisey
just like you

lights turned up
tunes have stopped
i'm going home
good night.

and today this is what i accomplished: the entire daylight hours were a dismal failure. after it got dark, however, i went to trader joes where rt helped me pick out the best damn box of clementines in the store as well as a good bag of pita bread. then i went to uncommon ground and chatted w/ mike c. and dropped off ticklepenny posters. next i went to reckless records north and got a parking spot on briar right off of broadway, can you believe it?? and it was legal too. i then proceeded to purchase all the fugazi cds reckless had, le tigre's s/t, sonic youth's experimental jet set, trash and no star, the best of david bowie 1974-1979, and the sex pistol's pretty we ain't. next i went back home and put away the groceries and put my other shit away (e.g. out of site). then i watched zoolander. good god i love owen wilson...and that soundtrack...shit! like wake me up before you go-go...i remember how old i was when that happened...i won't SAY how old i was, but i was old enough to still be able to retreive the memory from right here in 2003...and last but not at all the least i went to see ethan spin @ get me high w/ rt...

i am in love with joy division's song atmosphere. the drum part makes me want to cry because it makes me think of all the drummers i so dearly love and/or admire immensely...jesse...rt...glenn...kevin...josh of appleseed cast...

if anyone knows where douglas coupland lives, can you let me know so i can kick his ass till he's bloody and then gently kiss his wounds afterwards.

and i still have an adorable affectionate cat available to a loving home.

oh, and rt tells me that all my newcastles are gone in his apartment...seems like SOMEBODY'S been drinking our beer and not sharing!!! no wonder mj's not picking up that damn phone...he's lucky i'm quite fond of him so i'm not even the slightest bit mad...c'mon guys...when has sarah EVER complained about other people drinking her beer? uhm...NEVER....sheesh, i mean i'm storing it at a fruckin' BACHELOR PAD for jimeny's sake!!! what, did i think the beer would mysteriously stay in their bottles w/ single men around??? i'm naive and gullible, yeah, but i'm not plain STUPID...

alright...i'm gonna go listen to some nice relaxing music as i fall asleep...something along the lines of i wanna be sedated...because i do you know...be sedated i mean...