three in the morning productions

in ideal

Tonight was the Greenwood Elemenary School Fall Festival. I was Camilla the Gypsy. I read fortunes and rolled my r's.

Maybe I changed a life in some wonderful, fantastic way today. Or maybe I forever jaded some poor kid. But all I've to say is: if only I had been allowed to throw my frantic fanning and fainting acts.

I received a mawkish call from Jemima when I arrived from school. She's gone back to Phil--and rued it by gushing to me to me on how she now absolutely, I mean she really means absolutely hates the boy. So I've come to this decision: to hell with love. The word itself is unimaginative, contemptible and taints everything it touches. Watching romance weave in other peoples lives is equitably charming, but the thought of love as it is in reality leaves a bitter taste in the mouth. I have better things to ruin my life with other than this filthy thing--this love.

I'm wasting my thoughts. I have a lot to accomplish this weekend. What a relief: my chance to swap one reality for another that's equally burdensome.

Alors, bonsoir.

10.26.02 - 1:49 a.m.

	in ideal Tonight was the Greenwood Elemenary School Fall Festival. I was Camilla the Gypsy. I read fortunes and rolled my r's. Maybe I changed a life in some wonderful, fantastic way today. Or maybe I forever jaded some poor kid. But all I've to say is: if only I had been allowed to throw my frantic fanning and fainting acts. I received a mawkish call from Jemima when I arrived from school. She's gone back to Phil--and rued it by gushing to me to me on how she now absolutely, I mean she really means absolutely hates the boy. So I've come to this decision: to hell with love. The word itself is unimaginative, contemptible and taints everything it touches. Watching romance weave in other peoples lives is equitably charming, but the thought of love as it is in reality leaves a bitter taste in the mouth. I have better things to ruin my life with other than this filthy thing--this love. I'm wasting my thoughts. I have a lot to accomplish this weekend. What a relief: my chance to swap one reality for another that's equally burdensome. Alors, bonsoir. 10.26.02 - 1:49 a.m.