it's okay watching people trying to be arty with huge square white plates
chicken drenched in cinammin ivory rice and vibrant green bock-choy.
food has its fashion did you know?
right now it's trendy to have
tiny servings on gigantic plates sounds stupid to me and the whole eastmeetswest thing's cool too.
it's okay sharing calculators during maths tests
and getting ma error the whole darn time when i press shift cos.
my whisper's a whisper and nobody minds.
hey if i got the last question right
then great if not it's irrevocable it's invisible it's amazingly dix jours.
it's okay getting back french writing tasks which are littered with bright red
ticks words accents scribbles-thru hey at least "bien écrit!" is written bigger.
she's like am i forgiven it's not
like you lost my soul don't worry about it.
anyone else wouldn't give a damn if they lost my work geez, mr jones? give me a break.
it's okay kicking cans of passiona out from under my feet on the bus.
it's tess' problem now but she's wearing sparkling crucifix earrings and has honeystreakedhair.
she should be able to handle it.
a burst of sunlight i don't
welcome it i'd rather have blazing thunder so alive like my hate and the calender.
written: Monday 6th September 2004, 8:04pm.
