You were right about pretty boys, so now I'm listening to Mogwai and writing hateful letters to decorate my desk. Complicated confusions. Today I went to a temple to restore my faith. My atheism and my being out of place was reaffirmed. Thoughts of London and drunken ramblings-Joel's innate love of Scotland saves me a lot of groundwork but he is lazy and dreamphone won't play itself. Still, Jordan is coming and it's just what the doctor ordered. I've just washed my bed sheets and I have a freshly born baby plug-in. Here it's all ups and downs and never ending grey skies. There, the odds and ends will reconvene and we'll get smashed, talk crap and fill in the blanks. Dream about the boys who weren't very nice to us there and who made excuses-just about the only part we don't fall for. Bread makes my stomach swell. My body is hard and I have holes in all my tights