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2002-12-29 - 4:39 p.m. december is always so weird. my dad is getting re-married to this weird barfly woman. i have meaningful conversational encounters with strangers in subways. i spent last night hanging out with two bitchy, fun gayboys in the village. eric & i are the kind of friends who can dryhump and have it mean nothing. that sentence sounds like it couldn't possibly be true, but it is. oh, it is. the past few days have been amazing, like the good things that have largely been missing from 2002. hanging out with people who were everything to me four years ago. milli was saying how he feels like he's living the life he was supposed to be living a year ago, before all sorts of weird things happened. and i feel like i am starting over again too. my mom is in the room, talking about feng shui, saying how a broken door is symbolic of a broken relationship. i am getting incredibly hot (as in temperature-wise) and scared thinking of the time _____ broke the door down and i seriously wanted to kill her. that sentence was so hard to type i'm going to lie down or maybe write something with handwriting. i knew she wanted to ask me "will i regret my life?"
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