Sorry my pen
ran out of ink. I have not had too good of luck with pens
lately. Anyways here I am again at Cafe Flore. It has
begun to become a habit. Oh Well!
So I had sex
with Kelly night before last. The night I made my last
entry (in more ways than one!)
So what is
there to write about? Nothing much. Things are basically
the same. I don't know anyone. I met Lisa yesterday with
Kelly. We met for coffee at the underground Cafe at SF
State.
I am so hot
right now. San Francisco is really sunny and hot.
Strange.
It was Lorna's
birthday Sunday, and I did not send her a card or call
or anything. Good going Dane.
I have felt
so sick and unfit the last week or so. I do not know what
is wrong with me. I want to start exercising. Maybe jog
and work out with weights.
God Damn! I
have too much time to think. What in the hell is going
to happen to me? I need something quick! I think I want
to do the fashion show. I tried to call that man today
and all I got was an answering machine. I hate answering
machines, so of course I left no message.
Like why cannot
a beautiful rich person come along and take care of me?
One that I can use. Where do I make the right connections?
So many questions.
This entry
is boring. I suppose all of them are. I've lost whatever
writing ability I ever had. God, I feel so incomplete!
Too much time!
At least my
face is clearing, little by little.
What should
I point my interest toward? Reading? Psychology? Occult?
Music? Working? Health? Self improvement? Really, I do
not know.
I miss Lisa.
I hope she transfers to San Francisco State. Maybe I could
move in with her. Share an apartment? What would Kelly
say? God! I do not even want to think of that! Scary!
Maybe I should
go over to the record store and buy "Art of Noise".
Yes, I think I will.
Bye!
- Dane
