March 5, 2002

My god! I'm such a deadbeat! I'm supposed to be reading for class and then afterward, I'm supposed to go and discuss all the good stuff I've learned from my reading. Haven't read since the beginning. Barely have gone. And want to seriously blow it off tonight. But ‘spose to get my paper back from the professora and spring break's next week, so I know that I desparately need to go. But then I desparately need a break and I've cramps and want to get possessed by Betty Crocker AND my evil, fucking muse.

Want to channel that bad girl that I've got stored up. Had her bound and gagged for so long. Dying simply to let her out. To kiss her in the mouth straight on. Invite her back to my place and have her lick whipped cream off my body. Record what that sounds like and play it back alongside of some terrific techno beat. Round ‘bout the time I get that beat going, she'll have something coherent to say. Can't wait to hear what it is.

Lowell is gonna save your soul. And save you some money too??