March 1st, 2002:

Today is the first day of March. March is a new month. It has more days than February, even during leap year.

Scientists and calendar makers all over the world created the concept of leap year and tacked a day on to the end of February once every four years in order to compensate for the fact that the earth takes LONGER than one year to make it around the sun.

I image they started leap year the year after everyone decided it was a good idea. If they had just shifted exactly when the first leap year was going to be, this year might have been a leap year, and today might still be February (if you point out the inconsistencies in that line of thought I will merely point out the inconsistencies in the concept of the calendar in general… and then I’ll piss in your coffee). So today could actually be February 29th, and not March 1st.

Instead, I’ll call it Maruary 0th. Today is the day of flux. Depending on how you live it and what you make of it, it can be the last day of February, or the first day of March.

For me, today will be March 1st. I’m seeing to it.

halloween but not
two kitchens.
two fridges.
other people’s food that I didn’t know was there at first.
brad morgan.
rude boys.
(wrote this fucking song for me). <– brads car, driving away… we stayed in SUV. blue subaru.
suv.
seats down in the drive way.
jaclyn and two other girls.
lots of people walking buy in front of the house.
two giant tv’s…
always making noise..
tapping..
tapping..
tapping…
tapping…

people knocked on the garage door..
other girl told them to go home and get away from our door.

brad poked his head in the suv and ran his hands down the legs of each girl to make sure they were clothed…
jaclyn was wearing a blanket… and when he went to do it… I said… don’t bother checking.. because I didn’t want him to touch her.

jeremy ferman was there. met him at the bottom of an escallator. I jumped in the air and hugged him with my legs wrapped around his waist like a little boy.

when we ran into him, we weer at some sort of undergroudn water park… only without the water.

we decided not to go when we ran into jermey and brought him back to our place.

i remember we kept leaving and coming back to the house.

flare22 was there… or at least someone that I made up as being her.

part of the house was REALLY nice… nice tile, nice applicances… etc. Both kitchens were really nice. Living room was really nice.

other rooms were very old. clean, but old. including the bedrooms and the entry room and the living room with the big TV in it.

the garage smelled like grease and had a door on it that slid from side to side instead of opening up and down.

the house, though only a very few things looked this way, was a remodelled version of the apartment I live in now.

things that suck:

• the cat shredding the carpet under your bedroom door trying to get in so he can murder your other cat.
  
• people who want life handed to them on a silver platter without having to work for it.
  
• falling asleep at 9:30pm because it’s easier than staying awake. rendering your computer, and therefore programming which is the one thing you have to occupy your mind, unbootable in a matter of seconds.
  
• spending two hours cleaning up gobs of cat diarrhea and still not being done.
  
• addiction.
  
• the fact that your left eye shoots pain into your skull when you close it.
  
• pepe.
  
• smoking your last cigarette.
  
• waking up at 4:00am from a nightmare, still fully clothed and with all the lights on.
  
• thinking about the past.
  
• this empty fucking apartment.
  
• realizing you gave up the one good thing you ever had years ago and then realizing that you really don’t want it back.