Thursday, January 27, 2005 // 1:38 AM

soccer and gym mean six solid hours on my feet, tired, starting to see what i've gotten myself into. even though i did less than twenty flips off the tumble-track, have not touched the trampoline at all. soccer! even though i pulled a muscle and even though i can still remember in vivid detail, all my glorious screwups.

i like talking to zixi about bgr because i think we both take it in the same seriousness. bgr in itself is the last thing i want to think about, i dont think i am any more Interested In Guys than you.

in all honesty, i dont want to think about you either, because of how it makes me feel Stupid, Stupid in the starry-eyed and illogical way, Stupid in the way that might make my hair stand, if translated onto some one else.