ice cream
I gave blood last week. I like giving blood. I was sad that the masonic lodge was so empty.
I get some weird rush from the about-to-faint feeling combined with the nervousness.

Today I compared this experience to being depressed. Sometimes I enjoy hating myself although I am hating myself. It reminds me of why I used to love the Smashing Pumpkins so much. In other words, angry music is better when you feel angry.

I told Lillian today that I love it when Xi hates me, in a non-serious way. I will soon be ice skating in Rockafeller Center and although he is on a Europop tour, he will hate me.

I am sleepy. This is the best I can do.
- posted by Lyndsay @ 2:03 AM