2002-04-12 / 11:57 a.m.

(my feet aren't the only thing that hurt)

i hate dreams in which i'm jealous

or dreams in which i have every reason to be jealous

how impossible is it then, to not wake up and glare accusingly at the one sleeping beside you.

How could you kiss her? Right in front of me?

Over and over and over.

And then, when I walk off and put on my grandmother's slippers - which are too small for me, thank you very much (in case you were wondering) - how can you say i have no reason to be upset?

And when K and R come by to pick us up for dinner, don't try and buy five more minutes of time because I don't have anything left to say.

The fact of the matter is you kissed her while you danced and I was left to walk off and put on my grandmother's slippers.

last night ... tonight