1999-12-31

hmm. i wonder why time makes sense here and not at pitas. oh well.

so i have been reading about dramas about diaryland lately. makes no sense to my drunk self. either these people are all self-professed subtle morons, or they are just in the kicks for fooling idiotic people like myself. whatever. back to my life and myself, dammit.

watched girls town this evening. i thought it was pretty superb. you know, every woman i know closely has been raped. its sort of strange to me. i mean. i have known many many kind men, the kind who lay off when you ask, the kind who will beg off. yet there is always that one... that one guy who will not take no from a person, but rather hears it from an anonymous being. one who doesn't take it from a person, but from a sex. and that is just plain wrong.

i could still kill the man who raped my best friend.

i would kil the man who raped my mother. if he were still alive. fuck him

i don't mean to be so mean on new years. but i am seeing truths in things. seeing strengths in things. i don't hate men or anything. on the contrary: i respect all the more the men who make relationships and knowing fond and good things.

damn. i am just too drunk. oughta go to bed, afores i pass outies. warm fingers and all.

lovies to everyone i love.

jenn