friday june 28 2002    |    5:46 p.m.

i'm tired. hung over like an old woman (bourbon and coke, bourbon and coke). my face is burning up. my throat is raw. and yet i am going dancing to the coliseum tonight. oh boy.

i have absolutely nothing to say. my biggest dilemma of the moment is what to wear tonight. my friend p___ ealier gave me a telephonic eyeroll and said "you know you'll just end up wearing your baseball shirt and jeans." little bastard. i should break out the leather (what leather?) just to prove him wrong. besides, i should save the usual for poplife tomorrow. [ insert emoticon, preferably wry-looking ]

it's a day for british music, the sky nearing ohioesque and all. morrissey or the boo radleys. alternating a little fischerspooner (crush of the moment) just because.

i miss you and you today.