Re: Rachel's Place II

Don't mind me. I just went for a tiny tiny short little walk with knee
pain a three and a half, with my ace sock, I don't know what it is,
the pain, I want to believe it's due to weight, not arthritis, that's
why I haven't gone to have it X-rayed, and that it will go away. Yeah,
I'd make a great mommy, huh? I can really take care of things real
well. I'm so fucking competent and on top of things. Yeah.

So, anyway, as I was saying, don't mind me, I'm just sitting here
waiting for the set list, went to Bob Links, just in case it was
already there, not yet, hey, it's 9:04, that's 4:09 backwards, man, if
there weren't this Internet thing, think of how HAPPY and SATISFIED I
could be, I would just sit there watching episode after episode of the
West Wing and all that great stuff, hey, I could even do it now, watch
T.V. all day, but I just can't seem to shut up, and wanna talk to
people, and it's ruining my health and everything, this sucks, I wish
there were no computer.

My mood changes so fast, good to bad, bad to good, yeah, Keith is
right, if there was any chance with Dylan, it's too late, I've "scared
him off" or "scared him away" or something like that.

Well, then he is just a little mouse and there is nothing I can do
about it.

And I don't believe it.

The man is an animal.

He's a monster.

Big long pause.

Maybe I'm just talking about myself.

It's true.

I'm a wild animal.

A druggie.

A junkie.

A flunkie.

A groupie.

A "hippie dippie chick" (as was reported once in the archives in RMD,
has been removed, the "rumor" about this wild night on stage with Bob,
grabbing his ass, everybody was laughing, it was all concocted, about
my night, April 9th, 1994, man, I'm gonna start wishing that was the
day of my suicide, too, because this is total bull***, I feel like an
ass walking because somebody is dangling a carrot in front of my face,
and the thing is, I don't even like carrots, unless they are shredded
in my salad, or dunked in thousand island dressing, you know what I
mean?

Well, I am gonna go see if there is a set list, I may as well post,
sorry for being the most boring, crazy, fucked up person on the
Internet. :(

Wish I were dead, or sound asleep, or something, anything but this,
anything but this fucking carrot.


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