June 23, 1998

I've started the world on a haiku revival...go me. 5, 7, 5. Hold it dear to your heart, baby.

For some reason I have to urge to run around chatting "I'm so money" and mumbling shit about scared bunnies. Damned Swingers. I hated that movie, but it clings to you.

So...it's my sister's prom today. She's got the most gorgeous dress and she looks SO tall in it. And her date is the sweetest kid...and I do mean KID. He'll be 15 on Sunday. He's not a boyfriend, just a prom date. But man, he can DANCE!!! I spent a half hour last night online teasing him about "the commitee"...and how after he served his purpose (as prom-date), I could no longer hold off the inevidable. ;) I'm so mean. I think I got to the point where he was :::weeping::: and I was saying stuff like "Make peace with your gods now, your time on this earth draws to a close" and other prophetic scary sounding stuff.

I'm just dying for a situation to use "I don't die easy, pal....can you say the same?"

Oh....point. The Prom.

They're going to have a rockin' time. There are three couples in the limo...which I wasn't home in time to see. They're going to a jazz club first, then to a dance club....but I can't recall which one. The jazz club I've heard of...The Knitting Factory. Pretty sweet...I've never been but I'd love to go. Anyone care to join me? I can't dance but I make a very white, very embarassing, very fun attempt! I can't even do the cabbage patch right. ;)

Then they'll come back here. At 4am.

...and leave for the beach.

I nearly fell over laughing at that. "Want my stogies?" I asked. "They're really stale...."

Sure. Stale cigars. Yum, yum. Isn't this FUN?

I'm just picturing 6 people in tuxes and ball gowns playing Beach Football. Yeah, baby!!!

The obligatory haiku of the day:

Up, Up! Red balloon,
Floats away on air like a dream
Does it really stop?