three in the morning productions

tickets to what you lost

The Waffle House has become the hotbed for hatching political conspiracies. The waiter wasn't really just a waiter with an over proper accent. He was a British butler agent sort waiting for the secret signal from the Arabs--Italians (well, they could have been Arabs) whispering in the corner. And the taxi cabs that drove through and again outside weren't really just your everyday friednly public locomotives, they were really part of a network that smuggled in wanted figureheads. And the jacket that the Colombian druglord wore wasn't really black (it was midnight navy blue). And the two kids sitting apart who had this all figured out and sniggering to each other weren't really stoned.

I cashed out for the Badly Drawn Boy cd. Kareen's Savings Account Balance: $6.48. Most probably not enough to pay the fine for letting it go that low. But nevermind. The music, it is wonderful, non?

I spent a night and it was costly.

Hmm.....

He feels distant somehow. Maybe it's just my imagination or my lack of perception of time but it seems so long ago since last we've spoken. I'm... I'm just no good at being alone. I end up leeching onto the next thing that comes along--anything that reciprocates my need for warmth.

I've given up my Ideal to give you yours--where are you?

Stupid stupid girl. Fucking with other people's emotions, and now you've been burned and your tears can't wash away the stain on your heart.

Pick up the fucking phone. Call. Something. Please.

03.22.03 - 9:54 p.m.

	tickets to what you lost The Waffle House has become the hotbed for hatching political conspiracies. The waiter wasn't really just a waiter with an over proper accent. He was a British butler agent sort waiting for the secret signal from the Arabs--Italians (well, they could have been Arabs) whispering in the corner. And the taxi cabs that drove through and again outside weren't really just your everyday friednly public locomotives, they were really part of a network that smuggled in wanted figureheads. And the jacket that the Colombian druglord wore wasn't really black (it was midnight navy blue). And the two kids sitting apart who had this all figured out and sniggering to each other weren't really stoned. I cashed out for the Badly Drawn Boy cd. Kareen's Savings Account Balance: $6.48. Most probably not enough to pay the fine for letting it go that low. But nevermind. The music, it is wonderful, non? I spent a night and it was costly. Hmm..... He feels distant somehow. Maybe it's just my imagination or my lack of perception of time but it seems so long ago since last we've spoken. I'm... I'm just no good at being alone. I end up leeching onto the next thing that comes along--anything that reciprocates my need for warmth. I've given up my Ideal to give you yours--where are you? Stupid stupid girl. Fucking with other people's emotions, and now you've been burned and your tears can't wash away the stain on your heart. Pick up the fucking phone. Call. Something. Please. 03.22.03 - 9:54 p.m.