2004-10-21 - 11:30 p.m.
wrasslin'

so... there's gravel imbedded in my wrist, and my right thumbnail's been bent back, and i smell.

i've been wrestling.

ellis, it was. and i called him elliot when saying adios. it's kinda like moaning the wrong name during sex (long ago: "oh god stepha-SHIT! i mean chad...")

it was actually a lot like sex in very many ways. sweatiness and breathlessness and writhing on the ground. afterwards i felt as though i needed a cigarette, and it was definitely of the post-coital nature.

i hurt his elbow and nearly tore out one of his nipple piercings. plus i kicked his ass (lie).

so that was my evening.

math homework... and a thing for roxanne. (no, not a "thing" for roxanne. something i'm supposed to write for roxanne. sheesh.)

goodnight.

- rachel

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