Monday, April 29, 2002
Good grief! Is this winter ever going to end? Fucking snow all day! Fucking B— hasn't shown his face since leaving my apartment ten days ago. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I didn't want him to be too keen, but now I'm feeling cheap. And a bit worried. He's so obviously a lost puppy (or just a typical guy) and he doesn't even have a good pair of boots.
I was feeling so pathetic I almost called Justin. I mean, I came really close to doing it, sitting alone on a Monday evening, looking at the never-ending winter wasteland outside. Even Yasser Arafat was freed from his siege this weekend, and I'm stuck in here…
Next entry
posted by Sara