2005-01-14 - 10:59 p.m.
ha ha you have to get off the five

hm. so i'm going over page_six and remembering how fucking sad and lonely i was last year. i keep wanting to go back in time and be like, "rachel, honey, tera really doesn't matter, and you should stop doing shit because you're fucking up my life. and next year you're going to make out with veronica harrington." but no. i was fuckin'... what was i?

especially the tera thing. criminy. i am the first to concede that, were the tables turned and i were reading the same sentiments as written by her, i'd be a little spooked too. (what a strange sentence.) basically, what i'm trying to say is that yes, i was (and probably still am) fucking creepy, and i'm sorry if i gave anyone the creeps.

i'm having some trouble deciding how to maintain for tomorrow. i got, like, half a twenty sack for free, and most of it's gone, of course, but i've got some left and i don't know if i should just leave it alone for the night and get some sleep or if i should just do it all and get it over with. if i leave it alone, i'll have some for tomorrow, but... fuck that. no buts. if i do it tonight then i'll be up all night and crashing hard tomorrow, which means that i won't be productive in the slightest when it comes to guitar buying with jon and the movies with veronica. (i know, i know. veronica. i hated her five minutes ago, why can't i make up my mind, blah blah blah. well, i don't give a shit, i'm going to the dollah theater and you're not, losers!)

i just remembered: some dude offered to pay me a hundred bucks to just sit there bare-breasted while he jerks off and i watch. it could get ugly, so i'm bringing emergency commando jon, who's bringing the guitar neck. think of it! a hundred bucks just to sit there while some dude jacks off! and me, being the nasty little voyeur i am, am just the perfect audience. oooooooh it's gonna be good! unless it's bad, which it could very easily be.

- rachel

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