Thursday, February 27, 2003
I picked up some cold medicine for my mother from my father's office and the half dozen nurses in there who were previously fawning over my father turned their attention to me and told me how pretty I was. I passed the medicine onto my mother and then took a walk by the river with the mixtape I made for Hunter blaring in my ears. I passed two bridges but I sat down on a piece of elevated concrete before I passed the third one and sang Distopian Dream Girl at the top of my lungs. All the joggers with cigarettes hanging from their mouths looked at me like I was the weird one.posted by styrene at 10:02 AM-comment?
