2003-03-30 10:28 p.m.
puddle on the dais

hello.

i confess that i;m a mess. I confess that i fele pretty good that the sentence i just wrote rhymed. But i also confess that i fele bad because me talking about how i like my rhyming makes me sound pretentious. I confess that this is bad. I confess that it makes me feel like Ani DI Franco. I confess that i am now ocnfused by myself.

I confess that i am about to be 19. his is supposed ot be some kind of milestone year for me, but i doubt it. I doubt many things. Like the fact that making out on the first date was a good idea. Or that fact that forging doctor's notes will not send me to hell.

I am very afraid of hell. Bad people go there. I do not consider myself a bad person. Okay, so maybe i;m not perfect, but i don't need to be sitting around in a jacuzzi with stalin and martha stewart for all eternity. Stalin has an ugly moustache, and i don't need to mention Martha's lovely sagging breasts.

I confess that i want to be kissed. I confess that i want to be kissed on my birthday. I confess that this will not happen. I confess that i don't know why i;'m confessing, but i know that i'm digressing, with the messing and the dressing and i'm done with rhymes ( a blessing!)

Sorry. I'm stressed, yo!

-Mark

whore's hustle / hustler's whore