Thursday, January 13, 2005 // 11:03 PM

i want a series of true weekends. bumming with my team mates at the gym, seeing juniors in our shoes. oyako don for four bucks, yam milk tea without syrup. yf, or town, whichever is just so coincidentally applicable. playing fast songs with wilfred on the guitar. ping pong all afternoon that doesnt need to consider homework. daryl on the electric, raving improvisational storm. frisbee, wide open spaces, a short walk for milk tea and waffles. sam too, sam and his timothy, my inability to play the guitar. to play anything except melody. jeremy trashing me forty-ten, ban mian for three bucks. people who will let me drink all their msg after they're done. crazy girl. i want to do pa again, some time soon, before i forget how sam says a wire is like a girl, before i forget what to do with the equipment.

tiresomely tragic, the realization that things get worse, and worse, and worse.