December 23, 1998.

Finally finished my shopping today. Considering that as of a week ago, I didn't think I had any one to buy for, it's taken me an awful lot of time & money to get here. But it's not like I'm doing anything else with my time. It's that time of year when I feel awkward calling my peers, since it's a time for family.

But who's family?

Itchy itchy itchy. Not physically: a soul itch. Or maybe it's cause Little Spider's puppy had fleas. Restlessness, boredom, all that nice stuff. Too afraid of rejection to reach out to anyone, although I spend an awfully nice 2 hours on the phone with an old friend yesterday afternoon. Reading reading reading. For some reason, I really want to go raving, although I've only been once & it wasn't a very good party.

I think I want to fall in love with the world. Love that ends in hangover, not heartbreak.

I haven't been dancing in too too long...since Allie's b-day at the Garden, but you don't mix undercooked bratwurst with New Order and end up with a lasting good time. Maybe I can get away for retro Mondays in a few days. It's been too long, dude.

p.s. had a very nice time with the Boy last night. Sometimes simple domesticity is the most invigorating thing ever. Last night wasn't quite that high-end, but it was definitely better than random surfing.

p.p.s. I think I need more rubber clothing. Make a note, you.