make the reality check payable to my mother
2007-10-03 9:21 p.m.

i have to update right this second or i never will.

i am excited because i wrote something that isn't the exact same thing as everything else i've done before. and this is an accomplishment.

i made a belgian waffle, but don't worry, mom, it's not unhealthy: it was a kashi go-lean waffle.

all my roommates are in another room, secretly discussing how much they hate me and finishing their plans to evict me from the house. yazmin?

i'm a better teacher than i am a writer; i'm a better writer than i am a person.

posses within posses within posses: there's always something to be excluded from. even if you find someone who can see through you, who knows how your cogs click, there's a limit--they can't pass their hands through your skin and pet your heart, the way you need, or want, or both.

i used to think having a sister would solve this problem.

generally i have lost my trust in women. men are always a letdown, but they are also embarassingly predictable.

the problem with women is that they love men, so even the strong ones have a crack in their head from diverging skull plates, everyone has an adam, everyone is an eve. i don't know exactly how lesbians work so they are excluded from this ridiculous overgeneralization.

and i think some women are fine--but i can't tell which ones.

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how about this. i'll write you a check for 2,000 dollars and you will write me a letter admitting that yes, possibly, we are a good idea. you don't have to follow through with it--i just want an admission of possibility. the majority of the letter--let's say 500 words--will be about this. the rest of the letter can be as you choose; a reality check, perhaps, or a note of condolence.

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i can't remember what i was thinking when i started writing this. that hot fudge made me feel like shit.

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this is my 600th entry. what the hell?