13 February 2003 - 12:07 a.m.

whee what a night this has been, in some ways i have been waiting for it my whole life but i will spare you the story of telling you why or how and just leave you with an image of an eighteen year old girl in a library carrel avoiding required reading and learing about a whole world where spades were spades and pretty girls were pretty girls and not wives or daughters or feminist icons but just what we were and men were men and slaves to our whims and that's okay, that's perfectly okay on a night like this when i can drink wine while high on life and think "i'm getting what I came for i'm getting what i came for"

What I'm wearing: pale yellow dress, cut on the bias and tight, yeehaw.

What I'm reading: hatbox licking my arm

What I'm doing after this: shower and slrepp