Poetry and the literary culture I'm growing in a milk carton
Friday, June 07, 2002
blah, blah, blah, patriarchy, blah. I can't believe I used that word seriously in a sentence. Maybe I'm just miffed and destablized by the fact that I was just contacted by yet ANOTHER boy who likes me so much as a friend, thinks I'm a great writer, yet refuses to date me. I must be really ugly. That must be it. That, or I should stop screaming all the time. That might help my chances. www.halfmadspinster.com She's my new best friend. She doesn't know it yet.