june 16, 2002
about a girl - nirvana

i keep telling people about purple sneaker and i pretend that i know him. it's ridiculous. i don't know a thing about him. i guess that's why he's always on my mind. i just love misery. i have fallen in love with the idea that i will never get to know him. and that makes him my love-at-the-time-of-cholera. the guy who reminds me of ducks waddling about, of intellectual intercourse and sneakers. when his name is mentioned, i will always get that same butterfly gliding in my tummy feeling, the first time i heard his voice over the radio. i invented this guy and i will forever be his slave. i wonder what's he doing now... i will forever wonder.