February 19, 2003 | 3:14 PM

He has long thick lashes sweeping against his cheeks. His eyes are dark and round. He calls me baby. He lives on another planet. He smokes lazily and often and thinks before he speaks. He has a large red mouth that tastes like cherry candy. He makes up songs and poems and nicknames. He becomes curiouser and curiouser the more I know him. I know him and I don�t know him. His body is long like licorice. Sometimes he sways when he stands still. He drinks whiskey. He drinks PBR. He can fit anything he needs in a backpack.

I dreamed about him again last night. I don�t know whether that�s good or bad.