Thursday, May. 27, 2004 | 2:17 PM

My sweet boy made me dinner last night. Pasta with chicken and sauce and peppers and onions. And then we gave each other massages and then we made love and then we walked to practice and then we had practice and then he bought me cigarettes and then we walked back to his apartment and then we made lists of things that we loved about the world and then we watched some of Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii and then we kissed and then he paid for my taxi home.

I loooooooooooooove him, river deep mountain high.

We�re going away to Salem for a mini-holiday in mid June.

I have not had a drink or a pill in five days if you count today.

Oh�our show is on Saturday at the Midway. Come see me perform stone cold sober for the first time in ages.

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what you will (beatnik, philosophy major,
liberal arts student), you're still hip and you
still dig Kerouac.

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