Propounded imbroglio, sub rosa.

2005-02-02 - 9:15 a.m. We should all dredge up our old diaries from time to time. I know this diary has become quite vapid and gasping, but I promise I am trying hard. Yesterday I hit Danny in the head with a pink plastic coaster shaped like a daisy. Got him right in the chicken pox scar. Haha, I said, take that Danny. Then (fiendishly) he played a most stirring composition on the piano situated to my right, which brought a tear to my eye. Usually everything I say gets misinterpreted and sometimes I mean for it to be that way. I occasionally miss art school. The spanish tiled roof, the picnic tables, the graffitti, the lawn. previous - next LIVEJOURNAL FLICKR MYSPACE