they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

couches + april 13. 04 = 2:45 p.m.

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tuesday & rain & wet windowpanes & all of the clocks are stuck at quarter to three.

windowshield wipers keep interpol's song "pda" tucked safely inside the car with me.

was not anxious re: beau's near-death-in-van-during-tour incident until today at noon. phone rings and i keep answering it, but it is not for me. it isn't him.

at night dream about carmen kass(?) and a boy with dark unruly hair who is working on a myriad of projects with me.

in real life: buy drinks at hugo's with p.j., whose empty comments end up showing his age. i didn't want to look.

free flowers at work & balthazar getty sightings. david arquette (in a fantastic trench coat/suit jacket thing. the finery!) answers his cell phone: : "hey batty , what's up? you were where? i'm here now!" jer got to talk to him, i pout over missing him.

anyway. xoxox mew mew

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