they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
train rides are more interesting when drunk, + February 03. 05 = 11:41 p.m.
seven p.m. at the Maritime Hotel. we drink champagne and toast k's novel. dark blue carpet & wood ceiling & tall handsome men keep leading tall skinny women in & out of the lobby. someone with too much perfume on has just left the elevator and is walking by us. we all cough. x prev/next
class
notes, file of pom-pom
ghosts!
