matilda-'s Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it's dark on the inside Later when it gets darker I'll strip down and jump in my little pool. Tristin wanted to come over this evening, but I told him it wasn't a good night. Let's not lead him on. Someone called me a bother this evening. I said I wouldn't write him anymore. I'll not mention the someones name. Tori isn't responding to my emails. We chatted earlier today, she was supposed to meet me about half an hour ago but no show as of yet. It's hot, not the 108 as told by the weather man, but it did get to 102. I told Richard he could come out here before the 27th, but I didn't want him here ON the 27th. He doesn't recall this, as I gather from one of this latest emails. All he heard was not to come until after. I'm "lukewarm at best" about the visit. Yeah, because I wasn't looking forward to spending time with him during one of the most depressing fucked up days of my life. He brought up how he stayed in the hotel for three days and three nights crying his eyes out two years ago over Clarice. Then he says to me "how dare you". Yes, how dare I. "What the fuck is wrong with you", he says. What the fuck is wrong with you... What the fuck is wrong... What the fuck... What... Nice echo in this place. 18:52 - Thursday, Jul. 11, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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