Probably bad that my latest string of boy-persons have these wildly oscillating presentations; one day they're endearing, the next they're repulsive. For a month or two I had a lot of admirers, like thirteen or something. (6: No sleazers). It was sort of horrible at first. Every overture or flirtatious advance was like a slap in the face or other ( Read more... )

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with school, weather, girlfriends, hot tea, passing notes in class, dreamy autumn afternoons listening to records and looking out the window, and especially with a Friday night date with my new squeeze. I'm looking forward to many dates and days and nights to come ( Read more... )

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lil' headaches, assorted other bodily aches (finger aches ( Read more... )

I plan on turning 22 on the bank of Barton Springs, surrounded by textbooks and papers and maybe a cheesecake and a beer if I can sneak'em in. I miss my goneaway babes. I miss all of my friends. That's all.

August now, and two boys in my wake. When did I start telling time this way? I should probably just start having sex with many millions of boys until they all start running together. Then I can move towards a more efficient method of separating the seconds, like using watches or calendars or sun dials or changing tides. I've noticed that the more ( Read more... )

What does it mean if your boyfriend wants to start calling it "ZA" instead of "PIZZA"?
Was I right in insisting that he modify his cheeky abbreviation from "ZA" to "ZA-ZA" instead?

ZSA ZSA GABOR

weekend update: been cheated on.

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