i stood at the window at work, munching on chips, and watched this thirtysomething guy hit on these two teenage girls.  the one was a student of my mother's, so i know she was twelve, at the oldest.  the other was her friend, so i'm guessing she was the same age.  it was eerie.  there i was, the constant observer.  i love watching people.  ever catch me looking at you?  odds are, i have.

while revamping the site, i had to update all the entries to give them a universal look (-2 size verdana).  i re-read all my stuff, from the feel good days with abbi to the depressing january-february-march period, to me being pretty much happy again.  a lot of it sounded pathetic.  most of it was moronic.  some of it, though, i actually enjoyed reading back over.  these are my thoughts - that's what's most important to keep in mind.  i always hate reading old poetry when i find it lying around, as i frequently do.  i suppose its because i just write for the simple release action - i write for purgation, for catharsis.

i had to return movies after work.  lindsay was at jen's graduation party (still is...wonder when she's getting home), so she couldn't go with me.  anyway, i drove out there alone, radio off, humming the against all authority song i was playing at work, ignoring the traffic, just taking it slow and easy, thinking about school which is coming up, lindsay, why fallon and amber didn't come into the shop like they said they would, renting twin peaks on video, and what passes for a love song these days.  the door just opened.  i'm going to bed.