2004-10-20 - 11:03 a.m.
violet the baboon

i dreamt tyler wrote me a ten-thousand dollar check which i promptly spent paying off my mother and buying show ponies.

colder than a motherfucker up in here (costa mesa in general). i'm-a go get me some hot cho-co-late and a croissant and smoke and read "the wanting seed" and... well that's about it actually.

doing my second scene (well the same scene, just the second performance) in acting today. i think i'll play it crazier this time, with more gesticulation and swerving and vocal fluctuation.

"don't play for real... until it gets real." - mulholland drive

dude some fat asian girl just banged the back of my head with her fat ass and it actually hurt. furthermore she didn't even apologize. FINE.

as is so often the case, i'm not even sure why i'm here right now. i mostly just came to the computer lab to escape the astounding frigidity of the outside world.

my sweatshirt has a hole in it. it lets the rain in.

oh and i've decided against the whole getting-spun-once-more-for-the-road thing. it really honestly truly wouldn't be worth it. i'll just settle for writing titchy amounts of mediocre crap and make some kind of effort to refine it on my own, i.e. without chemical interference.

"i said, 'madame...'" - the hours

- rachel

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong