05 January, 2004
Lurking out there - somewhere- is a boy named Tim. I may actually get to see him tomorrow. This would be good.
I've fucked my hand. Anyone seeking hand signals, light relief, pointing, lifting, dialing of numbers... you'll have to ask someone else to do it for you.
So this is how it goes...
I hold my breath every time. I have NO idea when someone is saying something nice to me. I hear a rush in the ears and it all goes smokey.
Last night I had a nightmare. In the middle of the crying- which woke me- I heard the word 'sweetie.' I heard it again later from someone in conjunction with a direction. Along the lines of, "Can you pass me my phone Sweetie?"
What's with all this sweetness?
What's with people calling me nice things and all that niceness?
Lucky for me I keep a little bindi-eye in my pocket. I pull it out and throw it on the grass and step on it.
Reality check time kiddies.
I don't want your money honey I want your love.
Sure you do.