miC.heal's meM.oirs . . .

suN.day - juN.e 29th, 1986

"That's the tiCket!"

Don't know which subject to write about. I have been avoiding the journal for awhile. (It seems like such a long time!) Should I write about Dwayne, Kelly, Chris, Lisa, Sharol, or some boy I met a few days ago (I can't even remember his name!)

Scott!

That's it, that's the ticket!

Dwayne kinda pissed me off night before last. He, Lisa and I were out in front of Lenia's and Lisa started flirting with me. Dwayne was drunk, and said: "He's mine".

It made me feel like saying, "Fuck You! I'm not anyones!" But at the same time a feeling came over me as if he really wanted me.

How weird.

Fucking Christian had a fight with Dennis and spent the night at Dwayne's. The fucking slut! I hate him right now. (Christian) If they get together, I'm leaving town, the whole area.

Sharol's not moving in. Her parents had a shit-fit when they found out that she "was" going to move in with two guys. Or maybe that's what she's saying, because she doesn't want to move in.

Fuck!

I quit Cornets because I didn't want to work with Kelly anymore. I'd rather not see her ever again.

It's late now, past 4am, need to get sleep.

God! I want Dwayne! So much! So bad!

I hope Michael doesn't call me. Hope Chris gets out of his rut!

Made a wonderful new friend named Lisa. She is terrific. We've grown so close (so soon).

Bizarre.

Need to get ahold of Greg.

Rambling on and on and...

Goodnight,

Dwayne - My God! I can't get him out of my mind!

-Dane.

 

 



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