this is not art * v.4

knitting is fun. well, mostly. it's fun until you're a good way into your project and you fuck something up and can't figure out how to fix it. this is my problem, see? regardless, it's rather soothing to sit aound with knitting needles acting like you're an old woman. although, it's been pretty well established that i am an old woman, anyway.

my fucking sex drive is out of fucking control. i mean, i've always had an overactive libido (except, of course, for the year with christopher), but now it's just plain in overdrive. maybe i was simply storing up the orgasms for the past year and now they must come out or i'll combust and die. thankfully i've met a boy in seattle that has the ability to get them out of me, no problem. i think he needs a nickname, as he's not too fond of being named in girls' online diaries. what shall i call him? um. crap.

i'll just call him p. that works.

tonight is south park night at this local dive bar where we smoke cigarettes and drink pitchers of beer. i don't really drink the beer, but i smoke the cigarettes a lot. snak shak should be coming over shortly, post-yoga, for a ride there.

i go. time for something other than this.