i have been fighting this urge to speak out. there is an art store down te street from me. i have been in frequently, even tried to get a job there. there is this boy, his name is cliff. he calls me "punk rock" when i come into the store. we know i can't lie and say i am not attracted to such friendliness. and one day i decided i should ask him out for drinks. i didn't use my stalker tactics this time, i just went in there and decided that if i didn't ask him out i would have to buy something. needless to say i bought oil paints. i think he is cute, the chats we have had have been pleasant enough. but i think he might very well have a girlfriend. i should hope so i guess. if not it is a shame. meanwhile my roommate is unsympathatic to my yearnings for love and affection claiming hehas it worse than me. while 4 girls in different states pine over him. begging the chance to come to see him. my eyes narrow with spite.

I know the feeling. I can picture your eyes narrowing behind your goggles vividly.