2003
Current mood: baby girl, because today he goodbye'd me with an un beso and a chao, which isn't weird at all, and also very much is.

2001
You called me today crying, and I crawled down into the space between my bed and the wall and pretended that the world, at least the one between us, had not ended quite yet.  At one point you said that you have not felt the same since you stopped loving me.  I am not sorry.

2009
I'm not 18 anymore for fuck's sake.  I need more than a beer and some stale popcorn.

2002
In the process of cleaning out my desk, going after the (still) lost proofed-up galleys of my translations, I found a post note that says "there are 2 probs w/getting you out of my head, tonight or at all: you and me" in my black-sharpie handwriting.  I need a phone number also written on it and can't find a pen so I guess I have to keep it.

2004
I am tired of myself, what an asshole.

2002
She was all jazzed up about herself and her turtleneck sweaters.

2003
I am, due to my especially unfortunate positioning right now, the meat in an ugly sandwich-to-be.