2004-11-02 - 12:33 p.m.
breakfast nook

so the time came today for my short story to be read aloud in class, and it was, and someone commented that my style reminded him of william s. burroughs, so that was good.

actually, the class response was so good that i kind of wanted to cry a little. (pussy.)

i shall transcribe said story here in this diary soon, as i am eager to be actually critiqued, as opposed to just being patted on the back.

in other news, i really really need to get some. i mean really. not that i haven't been getting any. i got some just last week. but i need some quality activity, not just clumsy diet sex and exhibitionistic fingering. i need a fullblown orgasm--provided by someone other than myself. more specifically, i need a fullblown orgasm provided by... well, nevermind. i don't know who should give it to me, i just know that it should be given, and soon.

ummmmm... off to the mall. i have several hours before my next class and i plan on spending them reading "preacher" and eating tacos. cheers.

- rachel

p.s. am i butch or femme or tomboy or boychick or what? i'd like to be femme but i don't seem to be: i don't wear makeup, do my hair, or wear "girl" clothes. however, i'm most certainly not butch: my hair's not dyke-short and i rarely wear flannel. but i act butch. i'm quite bulldoggish in my protectiveness of friends and family and sexual partners. and i am always the one to approach a delicious-looking person to ask for his or her number, ass, etc. so which is it, then? which? WHICH, i ask you?

p.p.s. ha-ha, my vote's gonna cancel out michael moore's.

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