friday september 28 2001    |    6:01 p.m.

oh good lord.

here i go, griping again.

i miss you and you and you and our debauched senior week nights at the cove with fritz and root and maybe phil or clare or whoever happened to join the group that night.

speaking of which: fritz told me the other day that she has pictures from one of the magic marker cove nights. uh oh! if she mails me doubles i'll scan 'em and send 'em. maybe even post them in here unless they're a bit too racy. hee.

becky leaves for her year at oxford on sunday. not that she'd be any more easily accessible at her present residence in iowa, but you know... it's the principle of the matter... and i already miss you.

i have a ridiculous amount of free passes to the club where puff daddy --oh excuse me, that's p. diddy to us-- celebrated his last birthday, whenever that was. my mother gets them at work (yay media conglomerate!) and for what should be obvious reasons hands them down to me. i think roly, amy, amy's boy, maybe others are gonna go the pretentious south beach route tonight and check it out. we'll see. i'm almost, almost in the mood for south-beachery tonight: a little glitz, a little skank, a lot of bad house or trance, and men in dressed-down armani. it's a change of scenery, ya know? and you gotta love armani. whew.

that is all. i'm no good at endings.