2003-03-06 - 11:28 a.m.
I haven't gone on the date yet. It's 12:30. The time above is wrong. i e-mailed a bartender I'm a little bit in love with to invite him to my birthday party. his name is Mike. He is probably only like 5'7 at the most. I am 5'10. It's hard, for us tall girls and short boys. I honestly think that. Not that that's why I have no boyfreind, but I'm sick of short girls complaining about being short when everybody loves them for it. The bitches. Not that people don't like me, they do--I'm just saying, i am always with people who are my height or shorter. But they think we're the same size. "We're the same height, right?" No, I'm bigger. We should all get together, us tall girls and short boys, because society doesn't want either of us.
I've done my share for those short guys. Had sex with 'em and all. Why can't I do it with a tall boy? The last person I kissed was 6'8. But he was too old, so i couldn't go out with him. Too old for me, not too old for the world. He deserves to live and be happy, I really liked him.
The cat here looks like a little fluffy bear. It's snowing hard in New York City today, and I am leaving now to get on the G train. The beautiful, beautiful G. It is my favorite shade of green, green-yellow. The boy I'm seeing tonight isnt short, I think he's 6'1 or something. but I have eczema on my face, so my spirits aren't high about the date. I think he will be disgusted by me and the red crescent of dermatitis on my cheek. But we are going to some gallery openings, and you know what that means, right? Free beer, as I said yesterday.
