Thoughts For February 24th, 2004

-Today I went to the Century City Mall Food Court for lunch, circled around a few times, couldn't decide what I wanted to eat, so instead, I went to the Coffee Bean and slept in one of those big faux-leather comfy chairs like a homeless person for 45 minutes, with a stack of poetry clutched to my chest. Yes, children. This is my life.

-My head is spinning about what it means to date at 25. Does it really mean having a rotating schedule of people to sleep with, who in turn, are sleeping with other people as time permits? Is that really what life as a twenty-tweener boils down to? Is there some sort of cosmic bell that dings when it's time to switch partners?

-Is it too late to become a lesbian? I'll be dedicated and try hard, I swear. But I only want to date a lesbian who has a large penis.

-Fluorescent lights kill the soul.

-It is not okay to masturbate at work. Even if people are looking.

-My last relationship: He had an anal fixation and I was fixated on assholes. It should have been a match made in heaven.

-Stephen Hawkings

-a whore is a whore, no matter what clothes she wears

-I would love to be Mark Cuban's bitch

(goodnight, kids)