getting off the island was a very good thing. atleast for me it was.
i realized i still had game. i wasn't interested in meeting anyone, but i met a few people anyway.
i actually got dressed up in a fashion that had me want to get out.
i had gone through my mother's fine 80's collection of accessories and found a fabulous beaded belt.
which i'm going to have to wear more often, because i got a lot of attention with it.
i dread going out on the island. for now anyway. there's like a negative current flowing there. i don't even want to go to the beach. i'm sick of the bar scene there, i'm sick of the people there too. i don't want to meet anyone out there, and i don't want to meet anyone from there. bunch of creeps, jerks, assholes, chicken heads. you name it. and i don't want any part of it.
going to the city clicked a bulb inside my head. i realized it's not me, it's where you're at. i should stop feeling sorry for myself. stop wasting tears on silly boys.
i met ben in the city. hottie and a half. model/actor type from atlanta, georgia. we were talking so much, we never even drank our beers. unfortunately i had leave to catch the train home, and i guess the niche wasn't settled yet for exchanging digits. but he said he goes downtown to the same bar once a month, oh! and he models on the beaches here on the island. so seeing him again would be a luck of the draw.
*sigh*
i have to get out of this funk. it's making me feel ugly.
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heh.. i just noticed it's my diaryland anniversary. lilyput turns 1 today. yay.
5:54 p.m. - 2001-07-09
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