December 15, 2002 | 9:54 AM

I'm listening to the Smiths right now. I just wrote an entry, and it wasn't what I wanted to say so I erased it. I think I should just let How Soon is Now speak for me, because it's a fuckload lot more eloquent than I can be at 9:55 on a Sunday morning.

Especially in a fucking online diary that everyone reads.

I'm drunk and I'm holding my tongue. I should give myself a gold star for that.

See this is why I love karaoke. Because you can say all these intense complicated things without having to have some big deal fruitless confrontation with someone who obviously doesn't even give a shit whether you exist or not.

But for that five minutes that your belting out some Carpenters number, you can pretend that so and so actually gives a flying fuck, which of course he doesn't. But it's the pretend that's the fun part, right?