2003-06-22/12:43 p.m.

what time is it, mister wolf?

all i have to say at this point is that my mother is driving me insane.

sometimes, im overwhelemed with sympathy for her, for to grow up being so insecure and self-conscious must really have been difficult. but its difficult for me, being an unhealthy mix of insecurity and i dont give a shit what you think, to have a mother that is so desperate for approval even now, peering over my shoulder and evaluating every step i make against a scale that only she knows about.

im relieved that even though im sympathetic, i am never emphathetic towards her in that way. i can walk around with furry legs, as she says with more shock than awe, and gape at the half-naked women in advertisements selling a-higher-power-knows-what.

heh. which reminds me, jenn just shook her head at dan and i when we were all at the mall yesterday. so many nearly-nude women with strategically placed flowers or watches, selling clothes or watches. clothes? i didnt understand the ad with the flowers. but the watch ad..sigh. jenn would ask what time it was later in the day, and dan and i would just blush. also, i made dan buy a pretzel cause he was checking out the pretzel girl. i, on the other hand, dragged jenn and dad to buy cinnabons, in case the cute cinnabon guy was there. he wasnt. i think he quit.

im going to see harmony trowbridge perform today. yay.

must go eat breakfast now.