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.

I have been working on the Todd Colby interview plus a website for some friends. So the day wasn't a total waste. Unless you count morally.

I like the dancing man. Okay, you all MUST attend. My next reading: The Charleston, 174 Bedford Ave, Williamsburg, first stop in Brooklyn on the L. June 19th. 9:30. I and the most wonderful writer in the world, paul ash, will be opening for Ladies' Choice, the most funk ever in a room allowed by the health department.

Holding hands doesn't always hurt. Damn I wanted a kiss tonight. And once again, the drinking and talking do not go together well.