June 8, 2004

wow, am I sick. woke up with the sorest throat ever – as if a golf ball is lodged on the left side. And a headache. And no energy. I hate to say it, but I think it’s from 2 many ciggies this weekend. Damn those tubular vixens! They taste so good, but if I go over a certain limit, my delicate constitution suffers. Had to call in sick. No biggie, someone else will have to do mrs. berkowitz’ perm. I hate that perm smell anyway. So I’m napping and on-lining and eating ice cream. Marjorie ran out and got me orange juice and aspirin before she went to work. She’s a nice little nurse. Must be nice to her back if she’s ever sick. But she’s too smart to get sick. Ugh… gotta nap.

Okay, woke up and surfed web and found two very cool new websites: www.tummymonsters.com -- check out the shoes on the left. I would definitely kill someone or have sex with an unattractive man for a pair of those babies. And another website: www.rachelandthecity.com  Rachel lives in Memphis, which makes me want to move there and hang with her and her buds. No offense to my buds, of course. Maybe we should just do a switcheroo when I’m feeling better. I’d love to be a southern belle for a bit. One question, Rachel: what is MEME, as in Sunday’s MEME?

I once slept with a southern guy named sam who kept a gun near his bed. in a tiny way I felt protected, but overall it weirded me out. not that I thought he would use it or anything (on me), but I worried that I’d have a bad dream and get up and start sleepwalking and then sleepshooting… and take his life and mine all because of a nightmare from eating too much cheese before I went to bed. But I did like sam. He stuck his finger in my ass during sex. Gotta rest more… very weak.