2003-10-25 - 3:02 p.m.

dear diary,

have you ever heard the expression "sad sack?"

that's what i am right now, a sad sack.

in hawaiian shorts with an enormous hole in the crotch.

and if my greasy hair could form itself into a pompadour, it would get into knife fights and find itself on the wrong side of the drive-in movie theatre wall surrounded by italian boys with dark brooding eyes.

really though, i just need to remember to take showers.

oh, and put on underwear.

waxing - waning