:: Thursday, December 12, 2002 ::

Who, me, an adult?

As I am writing this entry my last stick of insence slowly burns. I have closed my window hoping that the lack of airflow will help it burn slower. Yes, I realise this is futile. It's funny... I don't care that I don't have enough money to buy clothing or food, but the fact that I can't afford simple pleasures like insence bugs me. It bugs me because it's so cheap that I could buy it, but it's a good idea not to. Maybe I prefer having zero money as opposed to just having to be concerned about it because when I have zero I don't have to rely on my willpower (of which I have little). I don't have to tell myself No because I don't have the option of Yes. Hmm...

So, I was reading the comments section, and my mother commented. I also know that my aunt has viewed the journal as well. Suddenly, I was struck with panic: do I have to censor myself now, knowing my relatives will be reading this? It was bugging me all afternoon until I realised something: I don't have secrets. Not even from my mom. Sure, there's certain things I wouldn't necessarily tell her, but I definately wouldn't hide them if she asked me. So here's my disclaimer:

If you are a relative, or someone in a position of authority over me, and you read something you don't like here... well, that's the risk you're taking.

That said, I had an interesting night last night. Shortly after I finished my third rail of coke, this sexy guy with a Harley and several unmentionable tattoos and piercings asked me if I'd like to go for a ride. Of course I said yes, I mean, I'm never one to pass up an interesting experience. So after several spins around downtown, we pulled up to the Yale, where we got a key and proceeded upstairs.... haha. JUST KIDDING MOM.

I kinda like that you guys read this actually. The more the merrier!

Upon further reflection, I also realised my life isn't quite sexy enough to be ashamed of. So far I've written mostly about cleaning and knitting, so I'm sure the adults will be left heart attack free.

"The adults". I keep forgetting that I kinda am one.

(listening to: Less Than Jake - Borders & Boundaries)

:: Katy 8:05 p.m. [+] :: ::