2005-07-17 - 12:42 p.m.
Astoria (N,W) to Times Square (2,3)
i was old before i was young and now i'm old again
it's like a disease
looking for uniqueness
like a drug
the cure
a world i'll never know
got off the train at 42nd st.
made it to 59th before getting back on the 2
drunk dialed jane, talked, got cut off
called again at 42nd
she said she was watching a movie
probably a lie
it took 2 hours to fall asleep
about 8 hours to kill the melodrama
there's no uniqueness
only repetition
the same world
with the same people
--
women that like me are boring
i must be boring to women i like
some people seem so unreflective
it weirds me out
when did it become so easy to meet people (and date them)?
the more people i meet
the less i understand people
i only have crises
when i feel shitty or lost
that's when i write i guess
